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better. I stopped in front of him. I leaned heavily on my cane, letting my shoulders slump. I am trying. Silas, I said, my voice weak. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak. Is Silas chuckled, placing a heavy hand on my shoulder.
The Lord sustains us, Elijah. He gives strength to the weary. I looked him in the eye. I searched for a flicker of continue reading …
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