I've always wondered why I always hated Sundays. I always have. Sorry, Lord.
There's just something dastardly about Sundays. People always leave. People always fight. And on the Lord's day. Maybe it is because Sunday is conviction day. The day that everyone has to face reality. I don't know. I'm just kind of rambling here. If there is anybody out there with some way to enlighten me, please do it. Tell me the secret behind Sundays. Cause I hate 'em.
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Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal. II Corinthians 4:16-18
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