Valentine. The wrist-cut hand of a girl across the counter surprised her. As if by a twist of fate, her joy was short. Her countenance, her eyes did not reveal her identity as a cutter. Navigating must have gotten rough, how scary it was. She squirmed. And, God knows. For He knows we're worth it. Worth it.
Here she was to stay and make the difference that she could make. Jason made sense: even the stars they burnt, some even fell to the earth. So, "we've got to learn"! I have to learn what I got, and what I'm not, and who I am.
We didn't break, we didn't burn, we had to learn how to bend, without the world caving in.
Don't give up. She won't.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight it evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. (1 Corinthians 13: 4-6)
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