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Odd how twists turn. Once the virgins of heaven watched the lambs of the Divine. Now the children of the Watchers are watched by the holiest of the fallen away. Perhaps more those among them who become marked?
A question? A worry? Advice? Accepted. As able, improvement is happening. Rage was the sin loved the dearest. Other sins remain. Less and more, but the cacophony of desires fades easily in time. The tidal waves to ripples, to a placid ocean of faith.
A vow is a vow. Yours, mine. Different, yet to the same Lord, and quite similar unless a wife, for my part, is found. So it is. So it remains. The temptation remains. Do not worry. My vow holds if hope for a wife remains. So few left of trustworthiness.
Left home at twelve, killed the only man I can truly kill at twenty two, at the end of my rope? Pray for me. I'll continue praying for you. If probably longer than you think.
Maybe not a brother, as you see things? Certainly not the brother you would prefer. Certainly a brother, if there is God. A dark past, a dark future, but hope faith and charity to see me through. If you see the need for prayer? Be my glad guest. The Lord knows I could use it. Advice is well received as well.
... God. Amen.
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