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Change I feared as much as yearned to know. What will I do, and where shall I go? Will love be there?

I remember the year of not knowing, punishing loss, labor hard and faceless.

Humility is naked patience.

I remember hope was a tent in a parking lot.

How they came! Each one carried with her the pieces of my redemption.

Though it was I that dressed them, it was they who covered me in the raiment of respect.

This is how I first knew that God is real.