I’m having trouble with my host dad.
I fear for my own temper, whose force I know all too well. I’m praying fervently for self-control, for humility and the ability to be gracious.
Hear, O Lord, my righteous plea; listen to my cry. Give ear to my prayer – it does not rise from deceitful lips. May my vindication come from you; may your eyes see what is right.
I love David. No matter how dark the night, he always remembers to bring it back to God.
May I do the same.
Life (and death)
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