Healing Comes From The Healed; Not From

Your Face Is My Heart

Do You Really Think We'll Ever--" "i Do," He Said With Certainty, Not Letting Me Finish. He Leaned Over And Kissed My Forehead. "i Know It, Sassenach, And So Do You. You Were Meant To Be A Mother, And I Surely Dinna Intend To Let Anyone Else Father Your Children.

He Gave You To Me," She Said, So Low I Could Hardly Hear Her. "now I Have To Give You Back To Him, Mama.

Do Ye Not Understand?"he Said, In Near Desparation. "i Would Lay The World At Your Feet, Claire-and I Have Nothing To Give Ye!" He Honestly Thought It Mattered.

Forgiveness Is Not A Single Act, But A Matter Of Constant Practice