We are at the beach. It’s Holy Saturday. There’s a full moon. Needless to say, I am seeing things. Hearing them too. As in things I can’t prove. Not “facts.”
I ordered new bedding for Mom last night. As best I can tell she is ready to move. ¡Ojala! Hard love. And deep.
They tell me Jesus will rise and live forever. All will. As in the metaphor includes everyone and everything: Limitless Love. I want to believe this with all my heart and soul and mind and strength. God, forgive my unbelief.
Reading (among many)
Sa, Apr 16 – Isaiah 55:1a
Always Bridging 
“Unbelief” not sure I’ve ever heard/read that used before. I like it more than ‘disbelief’ in its poeticism. 💜
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