words I have spoken
so easily falling from my
lips,
“I’m done, God.
I don’t know how to do
this.
It makes no sense.
How am I to go on.
I am not at peace.”
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February
1, 2013
page
82, Chapter 5,
“Guess
Who’s Coming To Dinner”
The
Shack, by William P. Young
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