tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907440527168314545.post3322109792182345177..comments2023-11-03T05:09:33.978-04:00Comments on Fragments of Grace: A Desert Year PostUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907440527168314545.post-44312169404827417332010-04-20T08:02:21.771-04:002010-04-20T08:02:21.771-04:00Cindy, what a wonderful and incredible understandi...Cindy, what a wonderful and incredible understanding of Jesus in the desert. Again and again.Robinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01898073277524952683noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907440527168314545.post-46320096101421767572010-04-20T07:49:56.050-04:002010-04-20T07:49:56.050-04:00I see a sense of continuity and connection in this...I see a sense of continuity and connection in this post ... even though you're expressing sorrow and that desert experience.<br /><br />It reminds me of the scripture readings over and over and over of Jesus going back into the desert. I think sometimes I just assumed it was always because he chose to do so.<br /><br />Perhaps he, too, found himself saying "here again?.... really?"<br /><br />I find inspiration and strength in the reality of your experience. The willingness to articulate that reality.<br /><br />Sending you virtual hugs, and my prayer is that you feel the support that surrounds you.Cindyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05147416487171740144noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907440527168314545.post-50780314011395476292010-04-19T17:16:30.153-04:002010-04-19T17:16:30.153-04:00(o)(o)Mary Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02970052534402740820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907440527168314545.post-68487048071956679492010-04-19T12:00:58.431-04:002010-04-19T12:00:58.431-04:00((((Robin))))((((Robin))))Juleshttp://winsomelearnsome.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907440527168314545.post-12523500574253646792010-04-19T07:48:49.504-04:002010-04-19T07:48:49.504-04:00I suppose this is why we speak of "waves"...I suppose this is why we speak of "waves" of grief-- they swamp us.<br /><br />With you, holding you in prayer.Magdalene6127https://www.blogger.com/profile/11036211735489393308noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907440527168314545.post-28755559781289663382010-04-19T05:13:48.312-04:002010-04-19T05:13:48.312-04:00The only way I did was one step at a time, which I...The only way I did was one step at a time, which I am well aware is no damn help to the one having to take those steps. I can only say to you, as was said to me "I am here, lean on me if you like".<br /><br />My prayers are for you and for those who grieve.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907440527168314545.post-61145712346398345852010-04-18T21:21:11.825-04:002010-04-18T21:21:11.825-04:00It always comes back to that, doesn't it. Ther...It always comes back to that, doesn't it. There's nothing we can do to change the facts. I experienced that feeling again arriving back in Maui...almost unbearable pain for days, then...after a huge cry, the load is lighter again. I just know there is another life coming that will sort this one all out for us heavy-laden travellers. Walking by your side, here...Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14519140951660677172noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907440527168314545.post-48865905982025637152010-04-18T20:43:08.056-04:002010-04-18T20:43:08.056-04:00Somehow, we do. But we're never the same.Somehow, we do. But we're never the same.sunflowerkat https://www.blogger.com/profile/11643564072168293568noreply@blogger.com