I became the fractured shell of a mustard seed to dwell for an eye-blink amid a starburst galaxy of broken dreams.

David B. Lentz
I became the fractured shell of a mustard seed to...
I became the fractured shell of a mustard seed to...
I became the fractured shell of a mustard seed to...
I became the fractured shell of a mustard seed to...
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The part of us that is most valuable and valuable to others is our potential. The power we can unleash in the world when we harness this potential. To live with purpose and to live in the present moment, to become what we were meant to be.

Source: The Fine Art Of Grace: A Novel

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