I intend to live this day with all the curiosity and imagination that God gave me.
Today, Good Friday, I will be aware of sadness. I will notice people around me who look sad. I will remember times when I felt sad and lonely. I will feel compassion for crying babies and fearful animals and lonely seniors. I will ask God that all of them feel God’s presence and God’s hug.
I intend to live this day with God.
God, God…my God!
Why did you dump me
miles from nowhere?
Doubled up with pain, I call to God
all day long. No answer. Nothing.
I intend to share it.
How will I share this day?
Be there for a friend?
Visit a hospital?
Be God’s hands at a soup kitchen?