A torrent yesterday and a drizzle today. Only managed a little editing, but it did need to be done, so I'll not complain.
I've been following quite a few other writers on their own journeys, and find it inspiring. There's a comfort in knowing one is not alone, especially not alone in a difficult struggle, whatever that might be.
From long ago, I remember a story of a statue of Christ without hands. I googled it, and was amazed to see that there are statues of Christ, all over the world, without hands. In each case, the meaning is the same: We are Christ's hands. In His life, He taught by example. How much have we learned? It shows in what we do.
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