I thought about that while he made his next calls, while I kept on with the newsletters. I thought about it during Sunday service at Word of Life, and during study hours in my room, with the Viking Erin and her squeaky pink highlighter. What it meant to really believe in something—for real. Belief. The big dictionary in the Promise library said it meant . But even that definition, as short and simple as it was, confused me. or : Those were definite words; and just weren't—opinions wavered and changed and fluctuated with the person, the situation. And most troubling of all was the word . I was much better at everything than accepting anything, at least anything for certain, for definite. That much I knew. That much I believed.
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