"Be unafraid of nothingness" -Irene
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Elisabeth Eliot reflects: When a man brought a lamb, the priest laid it on the altar, slit its throat, and burned it. The offering, then, was accepted. But what was left of it? . . .
But these strange ashes, Lord, this nothingness,
This baffling sense of loss?
// Amy Carmichael
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It must needs be a multi-pronged attack on my most precious addictions and dependencies. Or I'll just compensate for abstaining from the one by indulging more in another.
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