God,
I sit in the echo of South African singing as the titles to The Interpreter roll. It is Wednesday, after Bible study at Mountaintop. The film I’d not heard of was about growing through and beyond pain – being the last one standing amidst the shards. It’s almost funny how close to my life it feels. But then you’re the one who gave me so sensitive, if not dramatic, a heart. The real miracle is that the same heart can feel such rage and yet raise no weapon but a word. Yours, if you give me the strength and clarity. Mine, if it be your will.
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