work is hard. i want to cry.
this is much.
i'm overwhelmed by everything.
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God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night. These are the words we dimly hear: You sent out beyond your recall, go the limits of your longing. Embody me. Flare up like flame and make big shadows I can move in. Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror, Just keep going. No feeling is final. Don't let yourself lose me. Nearby is the country they call life. You will know it by its seriousness. Give me your hand. Rilke
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i wish our afternoon vespers really could have carried us through the evening...i love you baby girl.
Grant Molly Your peace and Your joy..... Yes, Lord.
thank you guys......your love surrounds me. am doing so much better here six days later....
Molly, check somesass ~michael
No updates lately from Molly... how is she doing now?
doing better. doing good. getting clearing. so happy that you guys care. so so means so much to me
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