During my commute back from work on Monday afternoon I received a call from my Dad to tell me that Aunty Marie had left us... Pictured above with my Mum, Marie was an amazing woman loved very much by me and all our family. Though her passing was not unexpected (she's had a long battle with cancer) I guess no one really believed she would ever leave us. She was so incredibly strong, full of life and love. I am very grateful for her... for the years she had... this week I flew to Dublin with the rest of my family and together we said goodbye... It was good. It was deeply sad. That's about all I'm gonna say about it here...
Today I'm back in Chi, pretty exhausted and starting to get my head around all the things I dropped or postponed when I took off. As I started downloading emails I took a look at today's PrayerSpaces podcast for lent and was surprised to see myself. Though I only filmed these thoughts and prayers a few weeks ago, I never seem to recall exactly what I said. As I hit play to remind myself I was moved afresh by the passage I was given; Jesus calling out to the Father in intense sorrow... there is something beautiful about the Bible... some days it'll hit you on one level the next it moves you in a completely different way...