Religion

I followed my three year old out to the front yard. She happily lugged all of the books that her little arms could hold, and I carried a camping blanket. It was that special time in the afternoon, when the sun is beginning to make its downward turn, when the shadows of the full, leafy trees create cool sanctuaries in the grass: a fine time to spread out a blanket and read books.

“Surely our griefs He Himself bore, And our sorrows He carried; Yet we ourselves esteemed Him stricken, Smitten of God, and afflicted.”

“When I heard these words, I sat down and wept and mourned for days; and I was fasting and praying before the God of heaven.”