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Bible Reading - Psalm 139:15-16
My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
in your book were written, every one of them,
the days that were formed for me,
when as yet there was none of them.
English Standard Version (esv.org)
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What do you think it would be like to be a character in a book?
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While many of us may find such an idea restrictive, the writer of
this Psalm seems to be glad about it. Why might this be?
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What hopes do you currently have for your future?

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