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A Psalm of David. I waited patiently for the Lord; he inclined to me and heard my cry. He drew me up from the pit of destruction, out of the miry bog, and set my feet upon a rock, making my steps secure. Psalm 40:1-2
We, as children of God, so often slip in the mud, falling flat on our faces, shocked, smelly and ugly. And our Father is near by, full of concern, kindness and patience. We are pull out of the mud. Our face it tenderly wiped clean. We smile, and grip tightly to the strong hand placed in ours. "Avoid that slough", we are warned, but no doubt we will return to the stench.
PRAYER: Thank you for being so good to me. I do want to keep myself clean.
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