Quickthorn took stock of its various sundries with the 182.2’s word #125. “Lord, never let Your generosity become the place where I quietly lose my desperation for You.”

Quickthorn realized something about yesterday’s premonition with the 182.2’s word #124. “Because You’ve altered my deepest nature… radiation is inevitable.”

Quickthorn refused to turn away from the 182.2’s word #123. “Humanity perfected revenge… God perfected redemption.”

“I would rather show them the riches of Christ.”

God separates us so that He can send us back.

Quickthorn got caught in wonder of the 182.2’s word #120. “The greatest achievement of reason is discovering Someone infinitely greater than itself.”