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¿Que tiene Robinson que me encanta como escribe?

^”I don’t know what to do about it. Jesus never had to be old.”^

That’s funny and sad at the same time…

The father is dying…

^It may have been the saddest day of her life, one of the saddest of his. And yet, all in all, it wasn’t a bad day.^

^So Glory would live out her life in a place all the rest of them called home, a place they would mean to return to more often than they did.^

That’s so sad 😢

^After a moment Jack said, “You don’t want me hanging around here. Reminding you of things you’d rather forget.” His voice was still barely more than a whisper.

“I never forget them. Hard as I try. They’re my life.” He looked up at his son. “And so are you.”^

^Her father hung his head. “All of them call it home, but they never stay.”^

^Maybe getting what you deserve is the saddest thing in the world.^

^How to announce the return of comfort and well-being except by cooking something fragrant. That is what her mother always did. After every calamity of any significance she would fill the atmosphere of the house with the smell of cinnamon rolls or brownies, or with chicken and dumplings, and it would mean, This house has a soul that loves us all, no matter what.^

^Boughton had closed his eyes again. His head fell. After a moment Glory said, “I think Papa must be getting tired.”

“I’m right here. You can ask me. I still exist in the first person.”

“Are you tired?”^

😂😂😂

^”The grace of God can find out any soul, anywhere. And you’re confusing something here. Religion is human behavior. Grace is the love of God. Two very different things.”^

^He washed the cucumbers. “Cucumbers smell like evening,” he said. “Like chill.”^

^It is in family that we most often feel the grace of God, His faithfulness.^

^A man with three fine brothers doesn’t have to deal with the world on his own, like some kind of lone wolf.^

👀 looking at my brothers

^Prayer is a discipline in truthfulness, in honesty.^

^She opened the windows to cool to kitchen and air out the dining room a little, and the breezes that came in were mild, earthy, grassy, with a feel of sunlight about them.^

^After a moment he said, “It is possible to know the great truths without feeling the truth of them. That’s where the problem lies, in my case.”^