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God of enough, my life feels cluttered— too much stuff, too many commitments, too many voices telling me I need more. Teach me simplicity. Not poverty, but freedom. Not deprivation, but clarity. Not emptiness, but space for what matters.
Thank You, God. For this day—however it went. For this breath—still being given. For this moment—to stop and notice You. Thank You for loving me when I forget You're there, when I mess up, when I take You for granted.