Her Words, My Heart
I wanted to share a blog written by Angie Smith. She put into words something that I've felt often. Not about where I am, but about who I am in certain times and certain places . . . and why it's difficult to continue to be her in other times and other places.
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"Because in Kolkata, I was her, and here, I am me again.
They didn't know anything about me except that I had hands and that I was there to help, and it was a breath of fresh air to be used by the Lord in this way. Everything that I have tied myself to in life became beautifully, naturally, and completely irrelevant.
And I want to be her.
Here."
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