Life moves in a direction of perpetual loss; burning away dross, dying to the world and growing incrementally old into a weaned child.
My heart is not proud, O LORD, my eyes are not haughty; I do not concern myself with great matters or things too wonderful for me. I have calmed and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with its mother; like a weaned child is my soul within me. Psalm 131:1-2
Truly I say to you, unless you are converted and become like children, you will not enter the kingdom of heaven. Matt 18:3
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