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make me into an image which flies into oblivion, embraces bliss, turns into a burning light which burns out when all things are seen... do not, have pity on me Lord,
so bad, it's an ache that longs to be held. we want to make the world a home, we want to prove that we struggled with the world as Jacob struggled with God and we won, it's so inevitable
to love one's wife is the synergy of love that overflows from God's grace. our goals are banal... to build a home, to have kids, to work... it is good to do these things.
Help me, Lord, poor child that I am. I have relied on alcohol to comfort me, to drown my dissatisfaction, my disappointment with the world, with myself. Help me to rely on you, My Lord,
The first time I felt at home in the culture of America, not even a hypenated identity but just like other Americans is when I went to Welsh Valley Middle School. The school was predominantly Jewish.