Rest not on laurels, they wither in sleep. Laziness grows where the soul forgets to reap. Idleness binds with an unseen chain.
Turning gold to rust, and glory to stain. Work is worship, and purpose is divine. Not just for profit, but for the soul’s shine.
Impact outlives income’s brief flame, Legacy echoes where none know your name. Surround yourself with hearts that see.
The light in you you’ve yet to be. Fashions pass, but truth stands tall, Honesty needs no robe at all.
Great minds are forged in storm and strife. Each trial is a chisel shaping life. Rise. Move. Become.
Transcend. For the Spirit works through those who do not end. The Lord instructs. Good morning and blessed Thursday…
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