Batter my heart, three-personed God, for you as yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend; that I may rise, and stand; overthrow me, bend your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new. --John Donne
Coming home from very lonely places, all of us go a little mad: whether from great personal success, or just an all-night drive, we are the sole survivors of a world no one else has ever seen.
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If you happened to be person who thought they knew everything about God, Jesus would have been completely annoying.--Donald Miller
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