Lent.
A time of emptying. A time to wrestle with weakness. A time to uproot, a time to kill.
A time to deny. A time to surrender.
A time to let go.
Good Friday.
A time to abandon all earthly hope, all fleshly striving, and pride's last defenses.
A time to descend into a small dark space and await the quickening light of morning.
The only thing left is the miracle.
~lg
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