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She had but one hope. "Lord," she prayed, her voice raspy in her tight throat. "I'm not here to complain. You know me better than that after all this time. But the Bible says You never close a door without opening a window. So I'm praying for You to open the window. You know how things are between Cara and me. It will probably take a miracle to make peace. But You're famous for those, so I'm hopeful. Please, Lord, that's all I'm asking for...
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You carry my love within you. A day will never dawn nor a sunset slip into the horizon when I will not think of you. I accept that the mind often dictates the heart. Yet I believe that the heart is the truer guide. So, if in the course of time you should want to come to me, do not hesitate. Know that I will be waiting for you. You will always have my heart--my love.
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I accept that the mind often dictates the heart. Yet I believe that the heart is the truer guide. Was she
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true joy came from loved ones, not loved things. Knowing that helped her feel free.
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This anger I felt wasn't about the child at all. It's inside me and it's poisoning so many of my relationships. It leaves so little room for compassion." She reached up to wipe a tear from her face. "That's no way to live. I have to get over it. I may need some help, I don't know. But I realized something today dredging up all those murky memories. I can't change the past. I can't take the hurt back. But I can soften it if I can just learn ..
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The secret to survival was in seeing the world through the eyes--and heart--of a child. That was Merry's lesson to her sisters. To treasure life, and most of all, to love. Simply, unconditionally and with joyful abandon. To love without demanding or expecting anything in return.
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People always seem to be in so much of a hurry. Rush, rush, rush. What are they rushing toward? Life isn't some kind of race. We all cross the same finish line, sooner or later. You'd hate to get the end in sight and suddenly wish you'd walked rather than run, wouldn't you? Maybe that's why they call it the human race. Well, we are all in it together. But the winner of this race gets no prize. so take your time.
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The years had a way of rounding off the pointed edges of anger.
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