Other People’s Words

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A friend tells me she has no words left. I get it. Oh, do I get it. She tells me she doesn’t even have words to pray. I get that, too. I’ve been there more times than I can remember, when the words just won’t come, when I stare out the window at the blue or the gray...

In the Midst of Drudgery

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Wiser it were to welcome and make ours Whate’er of good, though small, the Present brings— Kind greetings, sunshine, song of birds, and flowers— With a child’s pure delight in little things. R. C. Trench, quoted in Daily Strength for Daily Needs Into all...

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