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For so much of your life, daughter, you were like a fly captured in a paper bag, being shaken and affected, not by terrifying violence but by an insidious, suffocating smoke that permeated your clothes, the walls of your house, even your pores. But then, My girl, you saw Me through the fog and used My strength to punch a hole in that paper bag. And now you fly free, dear daughter, for you are safe in My care. We are burning that paper bag and watching New Life rise up from the ashes.

This photograph is by Jo Chaney of MainelyPhotography.com