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When I forget my way and wind up lost in time, please remind me of my home, and where I do belong;

and when my steps just wander away from what is right, tenderly guide me back to Your path, straight and narrow.

When I lose sight of You, my precious prize in heaven, please peel blindness away and tell me once again: life here is just the womb;

and when my heart forgets where my allegiance lies, never stop to remind me: I am yours, I am yours, none other can ever claim me.

When pride begins to rise, and thinks that it knows better, tell me again once more: You are the Master Potter;

and when I try to claim the riches of this world, tenderly speak Your truth to my heart, soul and mind.

Remind me who I am:

Beloved of the Savior.

Remind me whose I am:

Your daughter, bought with blood.

Cultivating Thankfulness with Ann Voskamp

#201 Bloody Mary on my Patio

#200 my husband fixing the broken lights in the basement

#199 Knowing that He will always remind me

#198 Watermelon bursting with Flavor

Linking up with Jumping Tandem, Deep Roots at Home, Women living Well,  Titus 2sday, Just Write, Beholding Glory, Far Above Rubies,  GratiTuesday and SDG

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