We outstatisticked the Crusaders but could not capitalize on scoring chances.

‘[…] I've been repeatedly calling him all morning. He won't pick up. All I got was this pathetic text,’ I cough and clear my throat. ‘It said, “It's not you, it's me, I'm sorry Katie”.’

There is not a more noble proof of our faith than to captivate all the powers of our understanding and will to our Creator, and without all sciscitation to go blindfold whither he will lead us.

Thou wilt not be, either so little absent as not to whet our appetites, nor so long as to fainten the heart.