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Friends, all the words I have are nice and sad and lovely and heavy. I don't think I can let them out here and now. Meet with me for tea and I'll let you in. Or come to my house and I'll roast you some of my fresh coffee beans and pop some kettle corn to practice my hospitality skillz. They need some work.

Sometimes when you decide to let Jesus break your heart, he does shatter it to oblivion and distant lands, but he doesn't hurt. He just lets you carry some of his sadness over this world and it makes the two of you better friends.

You, you, you. I mean me.