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It cracked us open
to the depths of our being.
Every fear and insecurity,
exposed in a moment.
It had the audacity to tap us
on the shoulder and
remind us of our mortality.

It was in the cracks,
past the superficial depth
we had grown accustomed to,
that we found out how needy we were.
For what we thought we could live without,
hope, humility, and community became the
very things we knew we needed most.

We were made in the image of God
and it reminded us that those who before
were so easily classified as enemies were like us,
fearfully and wonderfully made.

The story is still being written
and none of us knows how it ends. But when the
dust settles, we will be glad we have one another.

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