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Reader, July has a different feel than June. The summer is no longer new. The rhythm you started building on June 1 has either taken root or quietly loosened, and most of us know which one is true without having to think too hard about it. Either way, this Monday morning is an invitation back to the Word. No guilt about what was missed. Just an open journal and one more Psalm. Before we jump into this week's readings, can I ask you something? How is Summer in the Psalms going for you? Some of you have been reading every day and are right on track. Others joined later. Some started strong but life got busy somewhere along the way. And some of you may be opening these emails each week, wanting to jump in, but unsure where to begin. Wherever you are, you're not failing the challenge. The goal was never perfect completion. The goal was meeting with God in His Word. I'd love for you to let me know where you are right now:
Watch this week's first teaching videoRead, watch, listen, write. Let the weekend be your time to make a list — not of what you're waiting for, but of what God has already done.
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P.S. If you've been doing this journey without the journal — it's not too late. The second half of this journey is worth having the guided space to write through. Order yours at wordandseed.com/summer
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