8/2/11
Father, the smell of smoke never ceases to relent from tainting the clean air of the clouds. but i refuse to let myself forget the incomparable heights of Your love. the hike today has been gorgeous so far; guide us home. let my disappointment not last, and please teach me Your love, which dies for enemies.
Father, let my sins be displeasing to my soul, as they are a stench to You. though my righteousness is also as filthy rags, let me be violently assaulted with the revolting nature of my iniquity.
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