The Heart of Matter: Know Ourselves as Loved
Tuesday, October 11, 2022
“We must know ourselves as loved and as being-in-love; in this love is our freedom, our hope, and our zest for life.”
Ilia Delio’s, The Unbearable Wholeness of Being
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“Debemos sentirnos amados y enamorados; en este amor reside nuestra libertad, nuestra esperanza y nuestras ganas de vivir”.
Ilia Delio, The Unbearable Wholeness of Being
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