No Reproach
All are loved, even me.
In the past, with all the wreckage of memory, was I imperfect. Ill, trying to get well. What regrets do I now owe?
You reproach nothing you have healed, Lord.
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Today's new sun and fresh beginnings are almost too much to bear.
Grant me acceptance of all this grace.
– from the mountain
Consider:
Can I truly believe and accept your grace, Lord?
Reading:
“I wish it need not have happened in my time,” said Frodo.
“So do I,” said Gandalf, “and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide.
All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”
— J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
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