November 9th. Each morning I enjoy Your presence, and notice places of emptiness in the actions of the day past. Too often of late they are the same places. In the rarified atmosphere of Your morning presence obedient embrace and engagement seems simple and desirable, but by evening all is murky and irrelevant in my default to mindless avoidance of Your shekinah purity and its demands. I think maybe I should stop praying until my life becomes a prayer, until my actions reflect listening obedience.
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