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Then, in the sweetest of movements, the Lord collected my dust and breathed life in again as He had done so many times before, and with
eyes of lightning and vocal chords of thunder He whispered: Child of mine, burn no more. {sonofastoryteller.tumblr.com}

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"…Our imitation of God in this life—that is, our willed imitation as distinct from any of the likenesses which He has impressed upon our natures or states—must be an imitation of God incarnate: our model is the Jesus, not only of Calvary, but of the workshop, the roads, the crowds, the clamorous demands and surly oppositions, the lack of peace and privacy, the interruptions. For this, so strangely unlike anything we can attribute to the Divine life in itself, is apparently not only like, but is, the Divine life operating under human conditions."
C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves (via chanteee)
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