My thoughts are like dishes in my sink. I can keep up with them even washing them with plane water or let them pile up. Throw in a dirty spaghetti bowl and the all get funked up. It feels so good to have a clean sink as it does to have a clean mind.
How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news, who proclaim peace, who bring good tidings, who proclaim salvation, who say to Zion, “Your God reigns!” Isaiah 52:7
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