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	<title>Comments on: Looking in the mirror</title>
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	<description>a young priest encounters the presence of God</description>
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		<title>By: Jd</title>
		<link>http://wherethewind.com/2009/09/10/looking-in-the-mirror/#comment-3161</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Mar 2012 05:06:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I have to renew myself everyday as well, when I think I know I lose it and I have no idea. A new day is born each time the sun comes back around- up out of the horizon to let us know that it is a new day and we are new- thank god because some days are really hard. When I look at you I&#039;m not looking at myself- sometimes we are accustomed to do so because in looking at ourselves we see the exact nature of our wrongs and it&#039;s scary because it means to stay the same or change. I admire the comparison worldy things to junk food- it&#039;s so true- gives us that rush and then comes crashing down. I have a god shaped void in my heart nothing else that I try to fill that gaping hole of a wound will fill it except the true loving spirit of gods grace and no matter how much plastic surgery I buy or how many shoes I buy or how many prescriptions I take nothing can give me that sense of peace, beauty, and rest I truly desire. Thank you for your sharing]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have to renew myself everyday as well, when I think I know I lose it and I have no idea. A new day is born each time the sun comes back around- up out of the horizon to let us know that it is a new day and we are new- thank god because some days are really hard. When I look at you I&#8217;m not looking at myself- sometimes we are accustomed to do so because in looking at ourselves we see the exact nature of our wrongs and it&#8217;s scary because it means to stay the same or change. I admire the comparison worldy things to junk food- it&#8217;s so true- gives us that rush and then comes crashing down. I have a god shaped void in my heart nothing else that I try to fill that gaping hole of a wound will fill it except the true loving spirit of gods grace and no matter how much plastic surgery I buy or how many shoes I buy or how many prescriptions I take nothing can give me that sense of peace, beauty, and rest I truly desire. Thank you for your sharing</p>
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		<title>By: Monica</title>
		<link>http://wherethewind.com/2009/09/10/looking-in-the-mirror/#comment-1825</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 01:54:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I love the way you expressed this feeling. I know my priest talks about putting on his blacks (clerics) in the morning and dying to himself. I always wonder what it would be like to look at your own hands as a priest. It must bring you amazing joy to know the gifts you have been given, and know the beauty  of what your hands, through Our Lord,  give us.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I love the way you expressed this feeling. I know my priest talks about putting on his blacks (clerics) in the morning and dying to himself. I always wonder what it would be like to look at your own hands as a priest. It must bring you amazing joy to know the gifts you have been given, and know the beauty  of what your hands, through Our Lord,  give us.</p>
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		<title>By: Melinda</title>
		<link>http://wherethewind.com/2009/09/10/looking-in-the-mirror/#comment-1813</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Melinda]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2009 00:26:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This is one of the most honest, beautiful pieces you have written yet.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is one of the most honest, beautiful pieces you have written yet.</p>
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