Smith writes:
But I'm still awaiting a "final" freedom, when the vestiges of my old will are eviscerated, and there are no more mornings when I wake up hating myself, ashamed, even if I "know" I'm forgiven. That grace has already broken in like a dawn; I'm waiting for the splendor of its noontide light that never ends and for the shadows of my old self to dissolve. On the Road with Saint Augustine: A Real-World Spirituality for Restless Hearts. Grand Rapids, MI: Brazos Press. 2019, p. 72.
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