Instead of tilling the field in which we find ourselves, we send our plough and oxen elsewhere, into our neighbor's field, where of course we cannot reap any harvest this year. ~St. Francis de Sales
Dear Lord, I love this life of mine for it is Your precious gift to me. Help me to use and live it well without even so much as a glance at my neighbor's field, for I am exactly where You want me to be and nowhere else could possibly be any better for me. Jesus, I trust in You! Amen.
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