As I leave the kitchen table from my Bible reading this morning, moving into the few tasks ahead… may I take time to be still throughout this day. To focus on what He did for me. May I reflect upon the hours He suffered, after already suffering such humiliation and utter betrayal.
May I rest quietly later, thinking about the darkness, the mocking assassins, His Mama watching… in her own searing pain.
May I close my eyes and envision the curtain being torn in two. Removing the divide between a Holy God and my sinful self. May I deeply reflect upon all that He gave up.
May I never get so accustomed to Jesus’ death that it doesn’t make me cry. May I never get so accustomed to the Resurrection that it doesn’t leave me in awe and amazement.
This Holy “Week” has still passed too quickly. I have not devoted enough time to His Holiness. May today be holy. Reverent. Slower. Aware. Grateful. Praying. May I stop again and again and again throughout this day – remembering.
Tales from a Mid-Lifer 
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