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41 " A little act of service. Is it possible that all service is worship? The words were still in my head. "
― Lisa Wingate , The Prayer Box (Carolina Heirlooms #1)
42 " Father, help these young people to see. Help them to show the world that our greatness is not in things we do for ourselves, but in things we do for others. In power that channels itself into kindness, in a hand outstretched in love. Be with these determined students. Help them to believe, when the naysayers come, that you make all things possible. “‘And, "
43 " the most difficult battles are not the ones fought outside the armor, but the ones within it. "
44 " I have lived my way into this music, note by note, and now I know no other. "
45 " images. What does a lighthouse do? I ask myself. It never moves. It cannot hike up its rocky skirt and dash into the ocean to rescue the foundering ship. It cannot calm the waters or clear the shoals. It can only cast light into the darkness. It can only point the way. Yet, through one lighthouse, you guide many ships. Show this old lighthouse the way. "
46 " We are His children, each knit together as we should be. We must go by the name our Father has given us. Beloved. "
47 " things that come out of the mouth come from the heart, and that’s not the kind of heart I want to have. "
48 " Father, help these young people to see. Help them to show the world that our greatness is not in things we do for ourselves, but in things we do for others. "
49 " I never thought to ask her name, Father, but you know the little mulberry girl as you know each sparrow of the field. You are the white berry that removes the stain. "
50 " Someone should tell the dead that saving the living isn’t as simple as leaving a note to say, It’s no one’s fault. For the living, it always feels like someone’s fault. "
51 " Maybe there came a point in "
52 " You’ll make a lot of excuses for yourself while you’re letting your life tumble down a well. It’s not until you hit bottom that you see what a deep hole you’re in. "
53 " How odd, isn’t it, that in the end, life comes to surviving more than living. "
54 " The water of grace. A sponge to thirsty lips. A trickle and then a flood. Hope. "
55 " the choral group. I have even begun to master the organ, not so different from Monsieur’s piano. I strained to hear the whisper, as Sister Agnes went on with her thought. “The audiences prefer children who are young, too young to be out working for themselves. It pleases them to feel as though they’re donating to "
56 " Through one lighthouse, you guide many ships. "
57 " I lean close and whisper, “Even the coloreds, do you think?” In my mind, I hear Maman hiss, Keep them bright eyes down, Miss High-Tone. You might talk like them convent sisters, but you still a colored girl. “Ssshhh, Iola Anne!” Isabelle’s lashes flash wide. We both know that I’ve been passing on this trip. "
58 " I fall quiet in my seat as we circle round and round that miniature city of the future. I wonder, Father, in that future city is there a tiny colored girl who no longer keeps her eyes down? "
59 " None can contain the magnificence of a wave kissing sand or the perfect spiral of a shell drying translucent in the sun or the fire of morning rising over endless water. "