tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68907596590028304832012-02-15T23:37:53.332-08:00marthanoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890759659002830483.post-44412498356900846152010-11-29T19:27:00.000-08:002010-11-29T19:37:59.932-08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">The thing I love most about the rosary is how it sheds new light on old words and thoughts each time I pray it. The Blessed Mother called out to me tonight, urging me to grant the forgiveness </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">that I so readily expect from my God</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> to another for an old wrong. More than that, it's a call to let go of the anguish and sorrow that I have carried so tightly this past year. How can I fully accept God's grace when my heart has been so burdened with bitterness? I'd lost, or rather, pushed away "that thing with feathers" as Emily Dickinson so eloquently wrote. So now, it's time to free myself up to the idea of renewed hope. </span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6890759659002830483-4441249835690084615?l=hopeisthething.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marthanoreply@blogger.com