That was one angry doll.
“What is grief, if not love persevering?”
I totally missed this in Sunday School.
Be still and know that I am God
Be still and know that I am
Be still and know
Onward and… upward?
“A seed – which, after the winter of our discontent, will come forth again to meet us.”
These are my confessions… okay, not really, but I really do leave a lot undone.
Perseverance from Freedom Riders, Praise from David.
The ecclesiastical psalminess of T.S. Eliot.
Join me, won’t you, as I try, and most likely fail on some days, to blog through this holy season of repentance and meditation.