who am I

Another excellent Lenten devotional this morning, about Peter’s denial. Isn’t it amazing how you can be so sure of what you’d do, of who you are–and then find yourself doing something totally contrary to that? You look back on the moment with disgust, and wonder how you could ever have done it. This fits so well with what we were talking about yesterday in that book study: about the loss we suffer about ourselves, and how it’s only in mourning it, that we can find forgiveness. Peter "cried and cried and cried" (as one translation put it),

But he was one of the first that the risen Jesus appeared to, after the women. Remember, when those same two disciples rushed back to tell the others that they had seen Jesus, those others were already saying "He has risen indeed, and has appeared to Peter." That’s all it says about that appearance–"…and has appeared to Peter."  Don’t you wonder what went on, what did Jesus say to Peter, etc.? Surely Peter needed some extra assurance, after his disgust with himself for denying his Lord.

Other exciting matters: the bathroom tile is slowly appearing! AND–I actually survived the V E T yesterday. Almost managed to miss it, but The Mom finally thought to look for me in the simple place, rather than under the beds or in the closets–I was under the covers! And the vet shouldn’t think he’ll win me over with flattery… "Born in ’98–wow, she doesn’t look that old!" The only good thing about these yearly visits, is that they feel so sorry for me afterwards, that I get extra cuddling.

"Love is the flag flown high from the castle of my heart,
From the castle of my heart, From the castle of my heart.
Love is the flag flown high from the castle of my heart–
When the King is in residence there.
So let it fly in the sky–let the whole world know,
Let the whole world know, Let the whole world know.
So let if fly in the sky, let the whole world know,
That the King is in residence there!"

Walk to Rivendell:  We’re thankful for opportunities to lose weight (all this walking, rations for the trip), otherwise we’d be far too round–even for a hobbit!

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