This week a friend and I went to a local church to walk the Stations of the Cross. In the darkened sanctuary, we stood in front of images of each station, spending time with the art and spending time inside the scripture each image depicted. (The images at this church were the work of Kreg Yingst whose block print book of psalms is something I use regularly)
Wonderfully written and powerfully intuitive. “…he knew that in the end, all he could control was how he surrendered into death”. This brings me back to a place 8 years ago watching by beloved wife in her last few minutes consciousness bravely facing her journey,needing to ask her and my daughter to help her to the washroom, totally dependent but courageously without contention ‘surrendering into death’.
Wonderfully written and powerfully intuitive. “…he knew that in the end, all he could control was how he surrendered into death”. This brings me back to a place 8 years ago watching by beloved wife in her last few minutes consciousness bravely facing her journey,needing to ask her and my daughter to help her to the washroom, totally dependent but courageously without contention ‘surrendering into death’.