How often we search for the meaning of life from gods, lords, and what not, to fill this void that we got?
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Even if we are born with all our limbs intact and with full mobility, normal, so to speak; I believe that—with life in this fallen world—soon enough we’ll start to live with a limp here, a bruise there, and scabs where wounds from hurts and losses were. We’ll live with a new normal for every loss and win through life’s circumstances.
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My husband’s lump on his neck has gotten noticeably bigger within two days—swollen, red, and accompanied by fever. Symptoms of his low-grade, slow-growing lymphoma turning into an aggressive lymphoma? Or it could be just an infection that is easily taken care of? We don’t know.
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We walk and live amongst happy-face people, yet we sometimes don’t know how many broken hearts lie beneath those smiles. We could be one of them, couldn’t we?
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Worshipping in pain, worshipping through pain.
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I always love the Serenity Prayer for its wisdom. It’s like a little guidebook on living life. I love it more when I found out that there is a full version of the one commonly seen.
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