Finally I'm realizing how sensitive my spirit is.
Knowing where people are through my heart.
Being offended reveals how much an idea mattered to my heart. It makes the day bitter in the midst of celebration. It makes me angry again. Each anger is at a dead end and so eventually dies.
These are the things I thought I was called to out of significance... out of significance into the ashes.
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