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Dear Friend, For someone who is normally so generous, I've noticed you have a strange habit of being incredibly selfish. On the one hand, you seem to want give your time, your energy, your everything for people in need. But then there's you. You want to hang on to your pain, your problems, your worries, your fears. You wear them like a treasured wet woolen coat. Prometheus 2.0. Their burdens and your pain. I know, I know. Pot, there's a phone call for you on line 1. It

Dear Friend, The hurt is still leaking out of your pours. And the anger. And the pride. And I'll let a lot go because of that. I truly hurt for you, cause I can only imagine. But when you rain down the fires of judgment on others without thinking, don't expect me to remain silent. "Christians and Catholics?" Seriously? Where do you think you came from. That's as ridiculous as the gap toothed in bread flag waving hillbilly who rails against "keeping them their immigrants out

Dear Friend, God does provide. Just enough. Just enough peace. Just enough grace. Just enough perspective for today. Thank you for yours. 'Cancer is 40 percent physical and 60 percent mental and the 40 percent is hell." Okay. That's a perspective I need, especially when I'm tired. Because I know it's true. And because I can trust you. Because you know. When I can't see everything, God, help me to see just enough. Daily Bread. Thank you for those friends who speak tough t