"Jesus?" he whispered as his voice choked. "I feel so lost".
A hand reached over and squeezed his, and didn't let go. "I know. But it's not true. I am with you and I'm not lost. I'm sorry it feels that way, but hear me clearly. You are not lost".
from 'The Shack' by WM Paul Young (p.114)
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