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17/07/2020 | International
âAs I prayed in song, I stumbled my way towards clarity: God likes me,â remembers Louisa. âHis delight in me is steady and perfect and not contingent on me at all. I didnât have to linger by the door of the Fatherâs house, trying to fix myself in hopes of an invitation in. The door is ajar. I belong inside.â
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