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Catholic saints, the ones who on the outside kept themselves small but went into their chambers like a fierce fire that quickly like a jumping happy lion put together the day’s events thoughtfully, but completely the expert, one none of the others had seen. These saints kept their pride in their pocket, carefully placing it gently back in when it peeped out its pocket, not to disturb its forceful unruly wild nature that sat just under its skin. The love, must emanate the love, but safeguard it from the outright mean ones who seek only to destroy anything set below just so, because of their untamed pride and alignment with the dog-like creatures with their sharp nasty fangs. There is a particular way after all, of giving away one’s love to the harshest and cruelest of persons, while turning away just so, not to get engulfed by the legions of demons who dance around them. I see my biggest teachers right here, where they calmly manage all the emotions and hard work keeping care of the people in their families, so that no one falls out or forgets here, there is peace and quiet, a softness that does not even live in the harshness most people see. I see the yellow glow around them, the quiet serenity that is always there, the way they go within when their emotions are tempted, their groundedness always there, just needing to turn toward it, in a deliberate way. I see so many fake imposters, who take on a graced one’s quality, but only in a way that brushes the surface, lacking the peace and the brightness and love that’s within, because they do it to be seen and worshiped and coddled, not to labor and love like the Lord intended. I never dare to think where I might fall with this bunch, these real women of grace who spread the warm, the loving quiet rich arms that encompass the load that no one speaks of, quietly smiling and loving the Lord and all things he has made, knowing yes, there are a few sisters the Lord sets just right so, that you have someone to aspire to, calming and quietly creating the right maps it takes to manage and love all around, while sitting in the peripheral, never grabbing the light because there’s is a different dimension, one only seen to the blessed of souls, never the red herrings who take every chance to be the loud one, every eye sits on, because they were only meant to capture the hearts who need such a beauty to gaze at, their hearts, encased only in themselves, not shot out to the world like so, doing God’s real and diligent work, like a soft quiet loving lamb they were meant to be, knowing so well, how the least will be first and the first will be last, because they crumbled and crushed themselves, trying hard to be first, only to see our Lord isn’t there, he’s here, right in the hearts of the ones on the bottom, you will not see, until you set aside the wishes of eyes and all that is wrong, sitting in the mind of all.
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