Father forgive them, whether they knew or knew not what they were doing, they will settle that matter with you. Make me a city on a hill, whose light cannot be hidden. Give me unsurmontable peace. I refuse to be engulfted with hate, rage, despair another second. On the agenda:
Manger la vie! (Chop Life!)
As I stay clear of comparative victimhood, give me compassion for all those in pain. Your hand has kept us alive and your hand will carry us. Heal those whose wounds have not yet healed. Vengeance is yours, justice is yours. Washing my hands from this chapter entirely. It is well.
With Unshakable Faith,
Liv
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