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So she prayed, Lord, give me patience. She knew that was not an honest prayer, and she did not linger over it….it cost her tears to think that her situation might actually be that desolate, so she prayed again for patience, for tact, for understanding–for every virtue that might keep her safe from conflicts that would be sure to leave her wounded, every virtue that might at least help her to preserve an appearance of dignity, for heaven’s sake.
