" I suspected that all the yearnings for I knew not what that I had ever felt--when autumn leaves were burning in the twilight, when wild geese flew crying overhead, when I looked up at bare branches against the stars, when spring arrived on an April morning--were in truth yearnings for him.
For God. I yearned towards Him."
-Sheldon Vanauken, A Severe Mercy
For God. I yearned towards Him."
-Sheldon Vanauken, A Severe Mercy
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