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Prayer for Pardon

Forgive me most gracious Lord,
if this day I have done or said anything,
to increase the pain of the world.
Pardon the unkind word, the impatient gesture,
the hard and selfish deed,
the failure to show sympathy and kindly help,
where I have had the opportunity but missed it,
and enable me so to live,
that I may daily do something,
to lessen the tide of human sorrow,
and to add to the sum of human happiness.
Anonymous
Love is Something
Eva Markvoort inspired an international following through her online diary about her lifelong battle with cystic fibrosis — finally succumbing to death on March 27th.
Her website, called “65 Red Roses,” inspired an award-winning documentary of the same name.
On March 25, Markvoort wrote her last post. “I am not managing, not managing at all. I’m drowning in the medications. I can’t breathe. Every hour. Once an hour. I can’t breathe. Something has to change.”
In her dying moments, Eva summoned what little strength she had to record this little song for all the friends and loved ones she was leaving behind.
love is something


