Returning to places of my childhood. So many things fly through my mind .... Then not once, but twice during the worship the melody of Beautiful Savior came ... as an anthem, as a hymn. Harmonies and words of my childhood ... Comfort ...
A wonderful way to glide into the season of lent. A time to get grounded ... to journey ... to journey to the cross ... the cross that we are to carry ... to carry forward in hope and love and security that we are not alone ... that we are like the lamb carried by the shepherd ... we are loved.
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