Friday, March 29, 2013

And then.

Holy week. 

The week of the triumphant entry, the breaking of bread,  the betrayal, the death, the silence.

And then. 

The hope

The hope of all things being made new. 

I weep as I type the words. 

All things

I am filled to the brim and overflowing with hope.

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