I summoned all my women today. All who live in me… Come. Come my beloved, and do your work. Come and undo what needs to be undone…
Unusually strenuous three days. I braced my own ‘Stations of the Cross.’ All fourteen of them. Emotional exhaustion. As the day of Resurrection comes to an end, my worries seem so prevalent, now. There is nothing to compare… The world needs His mercy more. I am nothing special to want it for myself.