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Threshing Floor Prayer

I’m gleaning in your fields again, Lord, your poor and needy one. All I asked was to gather leftovers, but I was even provided protection and refreshment. I fall on my face, for I don’t understand why I find favor in your eyes. You comfort me and speak kindly to me, though I am anContinue reading “Threshing Floor Prayer”

Blinded by Grief

I’m not the first woman who struggles to see you in grief, Lord. I cry out in my pain because I don’t know where you are. Mary Magdalene couldn’t recognize you when you were right in front of her, for she thought you were a gardener. So many times I have begged for someone toContinue reading “Blinded by Grief”