At this point of whittling down the stuff of my mother’s life, a larger percentage is treasures. It feels like I am beginning to see her bones. I am doing everything I can not to expose mine.
Lord, have mercy.
Readings
Mon Apr 11, Isaiah 42:1-9, Psalm 36:5-11 (7), Hebrews 9:11-15, John 12:1-11
Always Bridging 