I have been thinking about how because I was a pilgrim in a way after becoming a widow, I see the Church as my home and my dwellings as way-stations. But women who have lived in the same house for years and made it wonderful and beautiful for their families feel very differently. Their homes are kind of cacoons! One of my daughters had to move out of her 15 year home suddenly. I thought she now has to make the heart of Jesus her cacoon.
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11/18/2019 04:47:33 am
Being a pilgrim starts with a little curiosity. Yes, it needs to start from there because if not, you will never have the desire to know it. In your case, you were in search of something to do during your sad days after being a widow. You see, there is always a light behind the dark and that is where awe should put our focus and our energy on. You wouldn't be a pilgrim if that didn't happen. By the way, I love the illustrations that you posted.
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