There are too many things to do and not nearly enough time. Sigh. I think I will ignore them all and do nothing rather than play favorites. Where's the remote?
There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy dwelling places of the Most High. God is in the midst of her, she will not be moved; God will help her when morning dawns. ~Psalm 46:4-5~
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