May your weekend sky be filled with reminders of your smallness. As you wake with the first pink light, may you be open to the story of the day. As you hustle through the making and the taking and the finishing up, may you remember that you are not alone. And when the sun sinks low beneath the land line of green, when you walk down the hallway to your dimly lit room, may you consider the day as it was and not as you wish it had been. Be honest to admit your disappointments, your regrets and your mistakes. But dare not carry those heavy burdens into your bed. Release them into the hands of God before you turn out your light. Believe He will weave redemption and healing into your soul even while you sleep. Enjoy your weekend, friends.
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