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“ Kalmar nodded. I'm sorry, Papa. I wasn't strong enough.None of us are, lad. Me least of all. Esben smiled and took a rattling breath. But it's weakness that the Maker turns to strength. Your fur is why you alone loved a dying cloven. You alone in all the world knew my need and ministered to my wounds. Esben pulled Kalmar closer and kissed him on the head. And in my weakness, I alone know your need. Hear me, son. I loved you when you were born. I loved you when I wept in the Deeps of Throg. I loved you even as you sang the song that broke you. And I love you now in the glory of your humility. You're more fit to be the king than I ever was. Do you understand?Kalmar shook his head.Esben smiled and shuddered with pain. A good answer, my boy. Then do you believe that I love you?Yes, sir. I believe you. Kalmar buried his face in his father's fur.Remember that in the days to come. Nia, Janner, Leeli - help him to remember. ”

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The burden God places on each of us is to become who we are meant to be. We are most fully ourselves when Christ most fully lives in us and through us. The mother shines brightest with her child in her arms, the father when he forgives his wandering son, and the artist when he or she is drawing attention to grace, by showing the pinprick of light overcoming the darkness in the painting, or the story, or the song. The world knows darkness. Christ came into the world to show us light. I have seen it, have been blinded by it, invaded by it. I will tell its story.

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She poured her heart into the song and filled it with everything she felt

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I'll put her in charge of the puppies. I've twelve this week that need tending. How does that suit you?Leeli's mouth hung open. She tried to say something but instead crumpled to the floor. She had fainted with joy.

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He means to make his subjects merciful and wise; sorrow and struggle bringeth both. We will, he tells me, grow by grieving, live by dying, love by losing. The heart itself is the field of battle and the garden green.

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