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“Dear Lord,” she prays, “I can not take much more.” She kneels, hands folded, tears glistening down her face to pool in ugly pain on a thin shirt.
God wants to tell her he is tempering her, but she can’t hear him. She hasn’t been in the crucible long enough. He reaches for another trial, fans the flames, and watches.
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