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Safekeeping: Some True Stories from a Life

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“It's you," I said, not able to look away. "It's how I feel when I'm with you. How I think I've always felt. You're my lightning-struck heart. It doesn't matter about the cornerstone. It doesn't matter about who I am or who you are. Not to me. I think it would have always been this way for me. Even if we had never escaped the slums. Ever since the beginning. Ever since I've known you, you've struck my heart, and now I have to let you go because you're not mine to keep. I need someone that I can be strong for. But I need someone who can also be strong for me.”

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“Online dating is a lot like picking out a vacuum cleaner: There is a great selection. They all look like they would be a good fit, they may not be exactly what the manufacturer promises, some may have already been used and returned, there are strings attached, and some come at a high cost.”

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“The Triune God is in the world, nearer to us than we are to ourselves, yet the world is also encompassed by his loving presence. He does have the whole world in his hands, even while he inhabits the whole world. For Christians, being saved means being caught up into this communion, indwelled by God and indwelling in him, and being opened up so that other people have room in us and we in them.”

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“that is the very. best time of life, he thought: lost time. the time of summer when the leaves of the trees are tangled in the iridescent sunlight. he thought always of his childhood as an uninterrupted summertime when lazy happiness dulled and delighted his brain and limb. to remember the summer and the run through tall grasses. the sun bathed his arms and legs an earthy brown and he was perfect and unaware and this is how it was in the afternoon: the house was white and high and remote upon the hill and the graveled drive was like a pebbly ribbon that had been dropped carelessly on the lawn, the drive upon which he. had run and the garden beside it where he had lain to crush the fragrant flowers. and far away, yet not too far, the cool sound of the running stream. grasses grew beside the stream and at a certain spot, a certain secret hidden spot, the foliage was pushed away, pressed into a narrow length, not so narrow as a grave, not so narrow that. one should lie alone. and together on the general summer day that was his childhood, awed and silent, they had listened to the whisper of the cool water, they had basked in the sunlight, his tousled head upon her breast, his eager small body in the crook of her moist arm. they had breathed together quietly, reverently, both aware of the earth's breathing. and turning sleepily, warmly on the earth, his lost voice asking, 'mother, where does the water run?' and the answering miracle, ' to the sea, down to the sea...”

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