Me...
"I felt more comfortable talking to God in the rose hips than I did sitting in the confessional with a priest that I did not trust to listen to the pain of my confession. The sealed roses were a kinder representative for the Most High. The gentle wind touched me and dried my tears, and in that, I felt His hand. Many men claiming to represent God need to unlearn their very human unkindnesses."
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