struggled... to stay awake... in the midst of ministry...
too much to do... not enough time...
loose ends... not coming together...
questionable choices... made along the way...
but still I sit... near the end of the day... praising Him...
trusting Him... to not let my foot slip...
When I said, "My foot is slipping,"
your love, O Lord, supported me.
Psalm 94:18
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