I want to share an image with you—an image that I think sheds light on how the pleasures the world offers pale in comparison to the knowledge of Jesus Christ. I was about eighteen, out on the town with friends in Adelaide. We’d spent the whole night partying—too much to drink, too much noise, chasing the kind of thrill we all assumed would make us happy. As dawn approached, we wandered through the quiet streets of the city, still laughing, still buzzing from the night.
Not in a good place mentally today. The fall out from the news yesterday along with some other issues. Praying for a level of peace I just do not have today.
With the faith of Christ in my heart. Here are the intentions for the day. Please keep these issues in prayer:
For my mom, Mary, and the various health issues. Wisdom of the doctors and for over all healing.
For Dar (Kat’s mom) on going knee issues. Healing so she can do what she needs to.
Healing for my anxiety and over all exhaustion.
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