Probably the most common response I get in prayer is, "Wow. You really don't get it, do you?"
Dumbledore once told Harry not to pity the living, but to pity those who live without love. I say - pity those who are fool enough to believe that they live without love. God simply doesn't make anyone like that; we are all His children. Perhaps those who live without love are suffering from the optical illusion that that they are loved less because someone else has "more."
Has anyone else realized there's a killer on the loose? A senseless, ruthless attacker who assaults most of our loved ones on a daily basis?
Her name is Stress. She kills people. She destroys relationships. She annihilates your self-esteem and sucks happiness out of things faster than an Arizona sun melts a forgotten popsicle. When Arwen is faced with the decision to leave Aragorn or not, her father warns her that she will die, men will fall, nothing is certain. In the face of doubt and indecision over what path to take, she sticks to what she knows beyond a shadow what is true: If I leave him, I will regret it forever.
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