Sunday, June 3

Meddler

In the sea by Plume de soi (e)
'One had given him money; and one had given him what he wanted far more, - a kind word, kindly spoken.'
- Uncle Tom's Cabin, Harriet Beecher Stowe

Sometimes we spend so much,
to gain so little,
pouring scarcely for those that count for so much.

To know the heart's capacity to heal and to love again, truly and more deeply...
comes only from brokenness.
The stars shine brightest when the night is darkest.

All of His, in us.

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