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Where love is found
So many today are struggling to find a love they can depend on. People yearn for tenderness and affection—to be recognized, respected, cherished.
These feelings represent what are apparently very deep longings of the human heart. And the search for real love is not only understandable; it is essential. Human life must have love; life cannot possibly prosper without it. Yet where is love actually to be found? Where is the thing that will come to lift the loneliness and emotional pain, even to heal old wounds and scars?
What we think we most need and what we really need can often be two quite different things. For any of us to be permanently satisfied, to be truly happy with love, to be filled with love's promise and joy, we must know its genuine, original source. We must know God, the one divine Love, which every pure and unselfish expression of care for others always represents in some way. Only in divine Love do we find unbending constancy, a steadfastness so wide and sure that no one is ever left out—and in which no one can ever feel unloved.
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October 31, 1994 issue
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The light so necessary to Christian healing
Melissa Mills Talbot
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Highest and best use of our lives
Terri Higgins Murdock
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A true friend
Dorothy Edith Seaman
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Conquering fear
Julio C. Rivas T.
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A child's bedtime poem
Carol C. Gaetjen
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How was your day?
Eleanor D. Duram
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Strangers "in a strange land"
Helene S. Maris
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FROM HAND TO HAND
M. B.
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Where love is found
William E. Moody
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To be perfect in love
Richard C. Bergenheim
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My husband sang in an Episcopal church choir as a young...
Margaret Shays
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During nine months of pregnancy, I realized for the first...
Lucy Dworakowski-Blumer
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Once after I fell on the blacktop, there appeared to be injuries...
James C. Chidlaw
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Over fifty years ago my aunt came to live in our home and...
Charlotte MacDonald Gore