Man is born broken. He lives by mending. The grace of God is glue — Anne Lamott, Traveling Mercies: Some Thoughts on Faith
Man is born broken. He lives by mending. The grace of God is glue — Anne Lamott, Traveling Mercies: Some Thoughts on Faith
Man is born broken. He lives by mending. The grace of God is glue — Anne Lamott, Traveling Mercies: Some Thoughts on Faith
Man is born broken. He lives by mending. The grace of God is glue — Anne Lamott, Traveling Mercies: Some Thoughts on Faith
Man is born broken. He lives by mending. The grace of God is glue — Anne Lamott, Traveling Mercies: Some Thoughts on Faith
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Man is born broken. He lives by mending. The grace of God is glue

— Anne Lamott, Traveling Mercies: Some Thoughts on Faith
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