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Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy.
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Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy.
Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.
But I trust in your loving kindness. My heart rejoices in your salvation.
I will sing to Yahweh, because he has been good to me.
Create in me a clean heart, O God. Renew a right spirit within me.
Restore to me the joy of your salvation. Uphold me with a willing spirit.
The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit. O God, you will not despise a broken and contrite heart.
Light is sown for the righteous, and gladness for the upright in heart.
Be glad in Yahweh, you righteous people! Give thanks to his holy Name.
Nature seemed to me benign and good; I thought she loved me, outcast as I was; and I, who from man could anticipate only mistrust, rejection, insult, clung to her with filial fondness.
Everything was strange and silent and she seemed to be hundreds of miles away from anyone, but somehow she did not feel lonely at all.
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.
Now I know hope and joy.
Now I rejoice in the consciousness that I can think, act and attain heaven.
There, too, after a fit of temper, I went to find comfort and to hide my hot face in the cool leaves and grass.
What a joy it is to feel the soft, springy earth under my feet once more, to follow grassy roads that lead to ferny brooks where I can bathe my fingers in a cataract of rippling notes, or to clamber over a stone wall into green fields that tumble and roll and climb in riotous gladness!
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.
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