Why am I so proud of the dust I have collected, and organized so neatly?
I claim it is my own, but even at the slightest breeze, I realize that nothing truly is mine.
All I am is yours, God.
Why am I so proud of the dust I have collected, and organized so neatly?
I claim it is my own, but even at the slightest breeze, I realize that nothing truly is mine.
All I am is yours, God.
Hey we are made of dust! I wouldn’t be proud of the dust if it was on your bible!
LOL
God bless!
you have a way with words, man!
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I really like this — so simple and yet deeply profound. Thank you.
thank you! :)