We sang the hymn "Great Is Thy Faithfulness" at the Village tonight. I for some reason have this associated with my mom. I remember wrestling with some of the lyrics after Mom was in the Alzheimer's Unit. "Thy compassions they fail not. They are new every morning." How could this be true for Mom as this darkness consumes her bright mind? Then one day when I was with her, she closed her eyes, which could no longer process vision as I know it. She said in her awed voice, "Isn't it beautiful!" How limited is my understanding of the Emanuel-ness of Jesus! The One sent to be God-with-us. Happy Resurrection Day.
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