my heavenly father, i pause to think of you in your throne room. (pause)
events are but tiles on the mosaic of history. they are not history on their own. they are reference points of success and failure, triumph and weakness, joy and fear. carefully crafted and sculpted by my being. part of me is given to these events, and part of me draws from them.
the sense of 'me' has been forged.
the events have given to my character, and the events have drawn from my character. the events have carefully crafted and sculpted my being joy and fear, triumph and weakness, success and failure, refer me to the fibre of my being character is not history character appreciates the mosaic
I stand in the presence of the Almighty God, as testimony to His presence through all of this time I seek first the kingdom of heaven and its righteousness And as testimony to His presence for the rest of time as an agent of the Almighty God, I am.
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