Like a Weaned Child

“O Lord, my heart is not proud, nor my eyes haughty; nor do I involve myself in great matters, or in things too difficult for me. Surely I have composed and quieted my soul; like a weaned child rests against his mother, my soul is like a weaned child within...

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Secrets

My secret has always been God, His presence, His Word, His life, His work. Have I done great things for God or man? No. Small stuff.  I need God for the small stuff — all my stuff is small. Truth is, I cannot measure or evaluate any degree or effect...

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