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As soon as the last couple was paired, a priest appeared at the altar, made some remarks about holy matrimony, and
hypocritical of the churdch
There is no person so small that the Lord cannot see her,
no voice so quiet that He cannot hear it.”
Was he alive when the Indian scalped him?
“Prayer is not a magician’s trick. The changes it brings cannot always be seen at first glance. But just as slippery elm soothes inflammation,
prayer is a balm for a raw and ragged soul. And isn’t your soul in more need of healing than your skin?”
He followed the law, he stayed alive by the law, and he punished those who broke it. But ever since he met Julianne Chevalier, a hunger for something more had grown in him. Grace. He craved grace. For her, and for himself.
Loss had fallen three times upon her, three cruel blows to the same raw heart that had not had time to heal from the last.
“Takes a heart of gold to love a wrinkled face.”
She still marveled that God had taken her mark of judgment and used it as an instrument of grace.
God owes you nothing, and yet He made you His daughter. You are a child of the King; it is His image you bear. King Louis marked you with judgment, but the King of Kings covers you with grace. Whose mark will you now display?
