Dear Lord, the great healer, I kneel before you. Since every perfect gift must come from you. I pray, give skill to my hands, clear vision to my mind, and meekness and kindness to my heart. Give me singleness of purpose, strength to lift up a part of the burden that is my suffering, fellow man, a true realisation of the gift that is mine. Take from my heart all guile and worldliness, that with the simple faith of a child, I may rely on you.
- Mother Teresa
'...changing the form of one's mission's almost as difficult as changing the shape of one's nose:
they are, each, in the middle of one's face and one's character - one has to begin too far back.'
― Henry James. The Portrait of a Lady.
Sunday, November 30, 2014
A humbling reminder
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