Heavenly Father, God of all comfort, please heal our broken places. Show us where You are working even though we feel alone. please help the schoolkids and teachers and workers that no one feels like an island. i keep thinking about Jesus saying, "a smoking flax He will not quench; a broken reed He will not break." If I can ease someone's pain, set the broken bone, carry the backpack for awhile, show me. please give me the mental energy to do so. You have filled my cup, Lord, and Im grateful beyone words!
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