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The Quiet Holiness of Marguerite Bays
I wonder if anyone in her village thought her life was remarkable. She never founded an order. Never crossed oceans. Never preached to crowds. She stayed. She stayed in the same little house, stitching torn clothes, mending hems, living one ordinary day after another. But home was not peaceful. A sister returned with the grief of a broken marriage. A brother whose anger grew so violent it led him to prison. A nephew, born into difficult circumstances, placed in her arms to ra

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