Thought for the Day 10/1/2026

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 There is much satisfaction in work well done,

BUT there can be no happiness equal to the


joy of finding a heart that understands.


~ Victor Robinsoll



For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, BUT one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet without sin. et us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.

~ Hebrews 4:15-16 (ESV)

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