Last Sunday of the Bright Season

I made it to cemetery day.



Holy Water. 

Old offering table.

Banners of years past.

Older icon of Christ.

The small table
where I would pray.
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This was the first year that I did not pray and ask
to be able to return.

Being at Christ's feet is all that is needed.

I went to our beloved parishioner’s grave
where I go every year since she died
in 2006
and picnicked there with her family and friends.
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It was very hot
and we all had lots of water.

The littlest breads on the paper plate is my
small offering;
I had these frozen from the Greek monastery
that Orthoman and I went to on
Bright Monday
and got them out last night.
It was the least I could do and I am so glad to have done it.
It was hard to say goodbye to the grave
of the beloved woman
 who died in 2006,
she had such faith and I believe
very strongly that she is praying for all of us
in our small church now.
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Ultimately,
as I told my Grandma on the phone last night,
we are all to prepare ourselves for heaven
and try to repent and seek God
as best we can.
It is a lot of falling and getting up again.
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I took decongestants today to make it
through the day.
It is very hot in my apartment and
I don't have anyone to put my A/C in yet
and so I feel the heat
and am praying that the cold that keeps hovering and
that I feel in my sinuses
will decide to leave instead of coming to stay a while.
I fly Tuesday and find
it painful to fly when I have a cold.
Asking your prayers.
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Thanking God that I was able to go today
and for all the goodness He is putting in my life.