"Jesus?" Mack whispered as his voice choked. "I feel so lost."
A hand reached out and squeezed his, and didn't let go. "I know Mack, but it's not true. I am with you and I'm not lost. I'm sorry it feels that way, but hear me clearly. You are not lost."
"I hope you're right," Mack said, his tension lessened by the words of his newfound friend.
(p. 114)
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
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