Forgive me, O God, for anticipating that I am somehow more special, more liked than those around me. I know better. But then again, surely I am just a bit more special. The camera lens is somehow pointed at me, I’m certain, even when the photographer is taking a wide angle shot of the whole room. I do believe that I am loved and desired by You. When wrestling with this fifteen years ago, I found such sweet relief in Henri Nouwen’s words that You […]
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