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  • Tonight I sat down turned off the tv, turned off the playstation, turned
    off the lights, and turned on some quiet music.

    I do it often but not often enough. it's relaxing, it's stress relieving,
    and sometimes emotional. I read scriptures, and meditate. It keeps me
    sane, it keeps me patient, it keeps me gentle, it keeps me gracious.

    And tonight I remembered, I remembered how he drew me in when no one else
    would. How he listened when I needed to talk. How he wasn't offended when I
    pushed him away. How he called my great, and called me beloved. I remember
    the feeling entering his home, the warmth of his smile, the peace of his
    voice. When I came with rules and sacrifice, he gently set them aside and
    drew me closer to him. No prayers, no reciting, no posture. Simply drawing

    I sat alone in an empty room and remembered these things. Even tonight I
    felt a mix of nostalgia and new warmth, new peace. I felt my mind clearing
    of confusion and stress. The room had not changed, I had not moved, I
    simply sat there listening, remembering.
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