Thursday of the Fifth Week of Lent
Dear Christ, trusting your words is difficult; I need your help to be what I supposed to be. A start – from “Nine Lives”: At fifty I died a different death, a haunting lasting death to self. This pain of recognizing others needs greater than anything felt. At fifty-three it’s a daily death, as nighttime calls each day end. God’s peace settles in, refreshing me for tomorrow’s resurrection. John 8:51-59
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