I had words that flowed into my head, but it was early in the darkness of the day. The words flowed as I added wood to the stove, as I fed the cat and as I began my Rosary. My first Rosary of the day, done in darkness, I devote to the Souls in Purgatory. If I was praying this morning Rosary when I was twenty-five (which, I wasn't...) I'd probably never even think of the poor souls. But at 71 friends and loved ones have flown from this earth, and many more are hanging on for dear life. All these I think about in the darkness of the early morning, as I try to focus on the Mysteries put before me. Our lives here are fragile at best, no matter what shape one's in. And since this is the season of Lent, I at least try to focus more on trying to change my bad habits for the better. Our Lord tells us today about the vineyard and of the Jews who refused to see the light and fall into darkness. That darkness is so profound. The graces given to them by God and still they rebelled, even to this day. Who can even comprehend that?
May 5th or 7th, I'll be having my knee replaced, if all goes well. That's another thing that is on my mind, but I've thought about it so long that the decision has become a moot point. So many friends and relatives have been going through hard times lately, this should be something that I can handle, mentally, physically and spiritually. I'm hoping so, putting all myself into the Hands of Our Lord, the Great Physician.
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