Many people will, at some point, see their well-run lives disintegrate. What enables someone to pick up the pieces, as david did?
The king was shaken. He went up to the room over the gateway and wept. As he went, he said: “O my son Absalom! My son, my son Absalom! If only I had died instead of you—O Absalom, my son, my son!”
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