“The thing about light is that it isn’t really yours; it’s what you gather and shine back.” (228)
“I do not understand the mystery of grace-only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us. It can be received gladly or grudgingly, in big gulps or in tiny tastes, like a deer at the salt. I gobbled it, licked it, held it down between my little hooves.” (143)
“There is nothing more touching to me than a family picture where everyone is trying to look his or her best, but you can see what a mess they all really are.” (214-15)
sometimes, there are no words-only pictures.
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