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"Here's my heart, O take and seal it, seal it for thy courts above." (Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing, v. 3)
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31 October 2016
I don't have a designated space where I work. I'm a desk nomad, wandering from space to space, inching in here or there until the rightful tenant returns. I do have some favored spaces, though; places where the seat is whole and some bare desk shows through the piles. But, this desk isn't one of them. I often wonder, if I push something to the side too quickly will it self-destruct?
Who would have figured that a missionary role could be to create a better light bulb? SaveSave