Waiting ...
The car earned just leaving the garage, looking out on a cold December morning ... Opening the bar overlooking the street, watching the world go by quickly, accompanying children to school. The usual thoughts ... bring the kids to school, then the traffic, things to do at work ...
Agnes sitting on the seat behind me challenges ...
"Daddy, you know that Christmas is coming ... even on the road?"
Yes it's true, I think to myself. This is a time of waiting. But there comes, Christmas. Birth, new life. Goes everywhere. On the streets, among people in their homes.
will come. I repeat that we must not be afraid, afraid to show their "wounds", its weaknesses ... (He smiles at the heart of this thought, is relieved). We must expose the wounds - without shame, without keeping them hidden - why expose them to be healed, when it comes ... Yes
will soothe our wounds. To expect this. Wait for it ...
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