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The truth had lacerated him to the bone, had punctured his heart, and had ripped through his soul. The truth had slain him and tended to his wounds. The truth had hated him and loved him. The truth had opened his eyes to his own faults.Brenda Sutton Rose
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As he farmed, hard labor left his hands callused, the sun bleached his hair, his face leathered, and his heart throbbed with music.Brenda Sutton Rose
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When his wounds cut too deep for the blues--when he couldn't sing himself out of his own sorrow--when he was too wounded to shimmy his fingers over piano keys--he came to the healing waters of the Alapaha River. And on the river he recounted his sins, confessing to the ancient rhythmic flow of the current. Communion.Brenda Sutton Rose
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When a man's running, he seldom looks back.Brenda Sutton Rose
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Life can surprise you. You want something with every ounce of blood that flows in your veins, and then one day it's yours. Right there before you. Everything. You break out in a cold sweat with the undeniable realization that what you really want is home. Sometimes finding home is a long time coming. A long journey.Brenda Sutton Rose
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If he could do one thing, he could run. He had spent his life running, secrets spitting at his back.Brenda Sutton Rose
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Although I wasn't there to bear witness, I imagine Lot's wife scanned the masses for her children. Perhaps she sought out the curves of their mouths and the shapes of their faces, trying to memorize her children, grown now. She looked back as I and any strong, loving mother would have done.Brenda Sutton Rose
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Are you aware that Jesus Christ can spell? I get so tired of you spelling every slang and cuss word that crosses your mind, as though you are pulling one over on the Lord.Brenda Sutton Rose