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Long, brutal day of mockery, beating, and cruel cross,
Crown of thorns, nails driven into his hands and feet,
How to bear the terrifying darkness of our Master’s death?
I was not ready, nor could I fathom despair so thick,
Surely it will choke out my very life.
I ask you, Where go we from here?
But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was
bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace
was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.
Isaiah 53:5
Copyright © Reflections from Dorothy’s Ridge 2016. All rights reserved
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I'm a lover of God, mother of three, grandmother of eight, and a collector of friends. I like nothing better than talking, listening, laughing and eating with that crowd. My husband, Terry, and I feel blessed to wake up each day to a magnificent view of the Arkansas River. An amazing variety of creatures, from bobcats and coyotes to deer, bunnies and nutria, along with all sorts of birds roam the natural area behind our house. We also share our home with three silly kitties. I often find a lesson in what I see both indoors and out on any given day and usually find myself writing about it. I hope you'll join me in exploring the ways God speaks to us through His creation.
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Dorothy, a very special post. Thanks for sharing.
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Thanks for reading, Freeda.
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Indeed it is a special post.
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Thank you, Cissy Rucker!
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