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I’m feeling a bit like this broken sand dollar that I found on my morning walk. I’ve been at the mercy of the changing tides, hoping for the day when I’m made whole again in the presence of our Lord.

It’s been lent, for sure. I haven’t been able to get a handle on it, on myself, on all the things I know to be good for my soul. And yet, I trudge on. Perhaps, like the sand dollar, I should let myself be carried onto the beach and into the sun.

It’ll be ok.

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