O God, somedays you send me to the kitchen to peel potatoes. I'm not the one sitting at the head of the table holding my guests at rapt attention. I've got an apron on and hands in cold water doing the Lord's work. Thank you, God. One day in your courts is more than a thousand elsewhere. Thank you that I, too, enjoy the harvest of the fields. You are gracious to me, O God. Glory!
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