No need to store up truth

"Give me, Lord, my daily bread"

Please, God, don't let me forget!

These were the words I heard myself saying one day immediately after perceiving a spiritual truth that would prove to be the answer to what had been a perplexing difficulty to me.

I was humbly grateful to God for this inspired thought and for many others, but the suggestion came to me that somehow that realization of truth might get "lost in the shuffle" with many other thoughts, and I would not remember it when I needed it again. I began praying to God that He would not let me forget what I needed to know.

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GOD'S THOUGHTS ARE MINE
July 24, 1976
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