Sometimes I find myself thinking, "Why?" So many variations come to mind and for so many circumstances. Then I realize how terrible it must sound to you for me to say those things. It's not my right to question, especially since you don't cause everything to happen...especially since there was never some magical promise of a life free from suffering, pain, uncertainty, etc.
Guide me...mold me...please Lord. Break me down and rebuild me where that needs occur. Soften me in places that need softened. Purify and refine me in the places that require it. Give me strength and endurance for the race ahead. Give me a heart that yearns to lift up the people around me. Give me a heart that's burdened for my city, province, country and the world.
Always help my eyes stay focused on their first love...
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