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O Author of Life, we come before You as finite beings.
Our lives are a series
of little deaths---from the day we were weaned, to the day we make our last
trip to the hospital. We rejoice as we grow closer to seeing You face to
face.
Our lives are a series of little births---as we grow from needing
others to serving them.
We thank You that this is our calling. Keep us
growing in that calling.
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