It's been a while.
Words have failed me a lot over these past weeks.
Regular readers of the blog may remember my well-documented search for joy during most Advents.
But this year it's Lent that has passed me by,
Lost in the where's
Of life in my world.
The truth is this:
The events of the past 5 weeks or so
have stripped me almost bare.
I could feel the resilience I'd worked so hard for
being chipped away piece by piece.
at the start of this holiest of weeks
I'm on my knees
Pleading for something
That will lift me from the place I've fallen.
A place of greyness
Where anxiety threatens
And hope trembles
And only love penetrates.
'The ground is level at the foot of the cross
And that's where we find ourselves as Holy Week begins....
There is room here for each of us
And grace enough for all of us
And not one of us stand beyond His reach.'
I have a friend who consistently points me to Jesus.
When I'm lost
Looking for truth
No human flesh can reach the depths he can.
This Holy week
Join me in my search?
My journey to Calvary?
May we find at the cross
Our sins forgiven
Our hope renewed
Our peace restored
May we find again the love that conquers all.