..by Truth, and even by darkness. Or lies
Influenced by kindness, by hate, by mercy and by the profanity of the cheapened soul, so steep they forgot their priceless ness. These things influence me like fire and ice and stones and lesser winds, or storms. They influence me towards or against them – the dark always edging, shying the light. Like windows to the sun, they all, each, in their own inimitable way, whether they like it or not nudge me open to Christ.
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