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Jesus said to them, “I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will not be hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.

All those whom the Father gives me will come to me. He who comes to me I will in no way throw out.

For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there I am in the middle of them.”

Your loving kindness, Yahweh, is in the heavens. Your faithfulness reaches to the skies.

How precious is your loving kindness, God! The children of men take refuge under the shadow of your wings.

For with you is the spring of life. In your light we will see light.

God, you are my God. I will earnestly seek you. My soul thirsts for you. My flesh longs for you, in a dry and weary land, where there is no water.

For you have been my help. I will rejoice in the shadow of your wings.

My soul stays close to you. Your right hand holds me up.

For Yahweh God is a sun and a shield. Yahweh will give grace and glory. He withholds no good thing from those who walk blamelessly.

Yahweh of Armies, blessed is the man who trusts in you.

Blessed are those whose strength is in you, who have set their hearts on a pilgrimage.

The Spirit and the bride say, “Come!” He who hears, let him say, “Come!” He who is thirsty, let him come. He who desires, let him take the water of life freely.

Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, then I will come in to him and will dine with him, and he with me.

He did not know how long he sat there or what was happening to him, but at last he moved as if he were awakening and he got up slowly and stood on the moss carpet, drawing a long, deep, soft breath and wondering at himself. Something seemed to have been unbound and released in him, very quietly.

But, you see, Jo wasn’t a heroine, she was only a struggling human girl like hundreds of others, and she just acted out her nature, being sad, cross, listless, or energetic, as the mood suggested.

Feeling this, Jo’s burden seemed easier to bear, duty grew sweeter, and life looked more endurable, seen from the safe shelter of her mother’s arms.

She gave him entire confidence, he gave her the help she needed, and both found consolation in the act.

Beth smiled and felt comforted, for the tiny thing seemed to offer its small friendship and remind her that a pleasant world was still to be enjoyed.

We won’t be miserable, but enjoy being together while we wait. We’ll have happy times, for I don’t suffer much, and I think the tide will go out easily, if you help me.

I am sure we should not shut our hearts against the healing influences that nature offers us.

We resent the thought that anything can please us when someone we love is no longer here to share the pleasure with us, and we almost feel as if we were unfaithful to our sorrow when we find our interest in life returning to us.

I’m not ungrateful--and perhaps--when this horrible ache grows a little less--I’ll find that I can go on living.

The thought that it may stop hurting sometimes hurts me worse than all else, Marilla.

Carlo got very fond of me--and his dog-love helped me through that first dreadful year after mother died, when I was alone.