Reading: Jeremiah 18-22; Psalm 18
Father, you are my rock and my fortress and my deliverer. You rescued me from the grip of darkness because you delight in me. How merciful you are! Your way is perfect and your Word proves true over and over again. You equip me for your purposes that I may bring you glory. If I tell myself, “I will not speak anymore of your name, and I won’t tell anyone of your works,” it feels as if my bones were on fire and I become weary from holding it in. Lord, you make it clear that what you want are people who do justice and righteousness, deliver the oppressed, treat the refugee, orphan, and widow with care, and never shed innocent blood. May their cry become my own, that I may share your heart.
Grayson Pope 
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