Our service was beautiful. Somber. Almost ethereal.
But not, of course. Not ethereal. Our pastor burned a palm branch he had picked up on the Temple Mount two weeks ago.
And then I found that I could not receive ashes. I simply could not do it.
Because I have ashes. Upstairs in my house.
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I sang this morning, Dust and Ashes, and prayed for you.
Thank you, Michelle.
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Praying with you and for you this evening.
My dear friend...
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You are in my prayers.
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heartbreaking post. you are in my daily prayers.
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