Rick is at church leading worship for the Good Friday service. I long to be there but just couldn't do it. Instead I am washing last night's dishes and listening to worship songs on my i-pod. There are over three hundred on shuffle but the shuffle just 'happened' to land on this hymn which was a favorite of my mom's. I find deep solace in it today, Good Friday, when I remember He has regarded my 'helpless' estate and has shed His own blood for my soul.
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