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You must remember that God__ call upon your life is not an accident

You are not in the kingdom by accident

God__ call upon your life is not an accident

No one came to Christ by accident

It was no accident that one of the first things God asked of Adam was for him to name the animals he saw around him. Why do you suppose God asked man to do that? Because once you have a name, you have the beginning of understanding, and once you have understanding, you lose fear. God didn__ want man to be fearful. He wanted man to be brave.

Merrick and I had both had tattoos, my magpie and his elephant and castle, imposed on us as_it__ a long story. A reward, or apology, or both, from the Dragon Head, or grand master, of one of the larger criminal organisations in China after we accidentally saved his son__ life.___ccidentally?___t__ a VERY long story.

Aurora sagged. "Why is it," she asked, "that every time I'm with you two we end up stealing something big?""We always return it," Donegan said, a little defensively. "Maybe not always in one piece or necessarily to the right person but return it we do, and so it is not stealing, it is merely borrowing."Gracious looked at him. "It's a little bit stea

Don__ just remain that accidental product.

My Miracle, living through a Traumatic brain Injury

Rarely is success an accident, but when it is, rarely does it last.

At the end of it all, it is our relationship with people that will determine whether they will share in our pain if we fall into dangers.

I only know it takes weeks to recover, as if one had been in a car accident.

Although idea and form are ultimately paramount in my work, so too are chance, accident, and rawness.

What happens slowly carries in each part the possibility of returning to what came before. In an accident everything is simultaneous, sudden, irreversible. It means this: no going back.

Coordinating thereEvents and objects with remote eventsAnd vanished objects. Making ornamentsOf accidents and possibilities.

I went down like a tray of dishes

Accidents are built into the road.

And in friendship and still more here, in this central business of love, accident rules it seems to me almost altogether. What personalities you will encounter in life, and have for a chief interest in life, is nearly as much a matter of chance as the drift of a grain of pollen in the pine forest. And once the light hazard has blown it has blown, never to drive again.