i am sitting in a coffee shop while different colored notes reach their fingers into the cold parts of my heart. if there is one thing that is sure to melt those spots, it is the sound of someone else's heart's cry. hearing this particular singer's unadulterated voice is the closest you can get to seeing her soul. ahh.
"Remember--the root word of humble and human is the same: humus: earth. We are dust. We are created; it is God who made us and not we ourselves. But we were made to be co-creators with our maker."--Madeleine L'Engle
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