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    Rain lashed against the window like God shaking a kaleidoscope of gray – fitting backdrop for the hollow ache in my chest that morning. My Bible lay splayed on the kitchen table, pages wrinkled from frustrated tears shed over Leviticus. How could ancient laws about mildew and sacrificial goats possibly matter when my marriage felt like shards of pottery ground into dust? I'd been circling the same chapters for weeks, throat tight with the unspoken terror: What if none of this connects? What if I - 
  
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