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- some kind of honest rendering of the stuff of our lives (left)
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- some kind of honest rendering of the stuff of our lives — middle
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- some kind of honest rendering of the stuff of our lives — right
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- these are significant graces
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- There are no tidy conclusions or resolutions
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- I find my own place in these deep rhythms
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- a kind of awe and reverence and wonder
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- a remarkable experience of grace
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- When we’re are called to share not common pleasures but pain
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- the richness of the silence
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- the fact is we had little idea of what we were getting into
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- it offered a more guided and comfortable sort of life
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- wrapped in something bigger
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- the wishful thoughts come
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- a healing place
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- we know we’ve been given an incredible gift
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- I feel the infusion of hope and peace
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- free to ignore moments of restlessness in my mind
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- who will guard the door when I am sleeping?
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- All of us are sailors adrift on its ancient swell
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- Again a pure gift of grace
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- I can’t stop this feeling there’s something more
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- I often feel like I’m fighting to survive
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- it takes a lot less to knock me out of kilter
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- Navigation
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- nurtured by a certain kind of pace and rhythm
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- There have been times that I’ve been indifferent