One of my biggest grumbles about the house is the evergrowing Mount Neverrest...I mean the laundry pile.
Will you join me as I try to focus on this verse as I tackle the laundry:
Matthew 6:30
30If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?
Sometimes I even complain that I have "mom" clothes and not fancy, stylish things to wear. How silly of me! My father has clothed me, both literally and spiritually. For that, I need to choose to be thankful and trusting.
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