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06 January 2013

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Kelly

It is so hard sometimes. I remember feeling much the same way.

Peggy Fitzpatrick

As I read this I recall a quote I read recently, something like "A living sacrifice is so much more difficult than a dead sacrifice" [that is offered once and done]. But what a sweet fragrance arises over and over again with each offering. AND what a crossing over from the realm of the humanly natural to the realm of the transcendent, the type of love that is bigger than we are. You are fighting against your own self-instincts on behalf of someone else. "No greater love has any man than this..."--and how transcendently beautiful is the fruit, to the giver and the receiver. Love you.

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