Today at lunch , the server asked if I wanted a box foru leftovers. I said no...I have issues with leftovers unless they are from home...odd.
As I drove back to work it occured to me how often John and the girls get my leftovers. I het home from work tired and give them what energy I have left, sometimes none at all. Even more so, I give God my leftovers all the time. My Savior gets less than anyone and usually what is left is tired , cranky and whiney.
Today, I will give my family more than my leftovers...and my King will get my entire heart....
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