one more step towards the tomb

I think about her weeping at the empty tomb. Because haven’t we all been there? Have we not all, at one point or another, been so consumed by unimaginable sorrow, that all we see is nothing? And so I think about her a lot. I picture her on her knees, face wet with tears, crying out, “Where is my God?”

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