Context: The days tend to blur into one with Covid, but there are signs of improvement. Yesterday, my husband made bread, we gratefully received our second batch of online grocery shopping, and I walked about 5o yards down the road, which was as much as I could manage. There was no traffic, and the light, waves and gulls gave a strange, dream-like quality to being out of doors. Afterwards, I was so tired that I fell asleep repeatedly.
Be silent before the Lord (Zechariah 2:13; NLT).
In the silence of my mind,
I praise you, Lord,
Who sets me free.
In the stillness of my heart,
I worship you
Continually.
In the darkness of my soul,
I seek your face
Unceasingly.
In the dying of my flesh,
I thirst
For your eternity.
I lift my hands to you in prayer. I thirst for you as parched land thirsts for rain (Psalm 143:6; NLT).
I thirst for God, the living God. When can I go and stand before him? (Psalm 42:2; NLT).
Rosary news:
Following help I was given on Wednesday by a religious Sister, I made my first rosary with a centrepiece, which proved to be a game-changer. It’s holding together so far, with cautious, gentle handling:
