1 Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
Oh, God, help me. Help me to always be in Your love. May Your love be evident in everything I write, but even more than that, may Your love be pouring out of my life to those around me. I can't control another person's response to my actions, but I can take every step, precaution, measure to ensure that each action and word is in love. Help me not to miss an opportunity to share Your love, even by simply not thinking, not seeing. Thank You for Your merciful forgiveness when I fail. Lord, I love you. Help me to be a vessel for Your love.
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