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06 Oct

"Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! I would fly away and be at rest..." (Psalm 55:6).

How many times have I desired to take flight and soar up and away from the problems, the trials, and the pain.

But my wings have always been 'clipped' and all I could do was flutter - and hop! And rather awkwardly at that.

However, "I will take refuge in the shadow of your wings until the disaster has passed" (Psalm 57:1b), and there I find my rest.

Are you needing a rest?

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