I’d rather laugh with the sinners, and cry with the saints. The sinners are much more fun. Only the good die young.-Billy Joel
“I’ve always wanted the wings of angels tattooed down the length of my back,” she announced to him. “I’m thinking the bloody remains of them are more appropriate now.”
He told her, “You’re no angel. You’re much better than that. Angels follow in blind obedience, you get to choose.”
“We are all of us broken. And broken is not okay, but it must occur if we are to be reborn, yes?”
He continued, “Jesus was broken, but He rose above. Follow his lead, should you choose, and you’ll be alright, kid.”
She responded, “You have been sent to me by Him. You know that, don’t you?”
“I’ve tried to follow His lead everyday.”
She continued speaking her most private thoughts out loud, “I’ll keep mending-Darling, I hope you do the same.”
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