Monday Musings 7.22.13

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I think I rock, so I pray to stay humble.

I suck at life, so I pray I do better.

Life hands me lemons, so I pray for strength.

Life hands me lemonade, so I pray words of gratitude.

I am a sinner, so I pray for forgiveness.

I get lost on the journey, so I pray for God’s guidance.

Philippians 4:6 Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done.

Cheers, Dez

 

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