And then you begin to give up the very idea of belonging. Suddenly this thing, this belonging, it seems some long, dirty lie... and I begin to believe that birthplaces are accidents, that everything is an accident. But if you believe that, where do you go? What do you do? What does anything matter?

They had overshadowed her in life. They would obliterate her in death.

Be a big dreamer, live a simple life - just add  the flavour of honesty. Do good  be good.

Experience had quickly taught her that she could not survive the storms without the anchor of the constraining love of Christ and what she called the "Rock-counsciousness" of the promise given her, "He goeth before.

Written By Elisabeth Elliot

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