Remember whose you are and whom you serve. — Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest
Remember whose you are and whom you serve. — Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest
Remember whose you are and whom you serve. — Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest
Remember whose you are and whom you serve. — Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest
Remember whose you are and whom you serve. — Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest
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Remember whose you are and whom you serve.

— Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest
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Memory lane is not a road I like to go down. But that's the only way to remember not to forget. — Manasa Rao, Love was just a word
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No person is more ruthlessly cheated than someone strip-mined of his or her ability to recall the vibrancy of the past. — Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls
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