day 2

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celtic crosses at sunset b/w

"...the strap of whose sandal I am not worthy to untie."

I too am not worthy to even untie a strap, from a sandal, on his foot. Have I so quickly forgotten my ashes from yesurday?

But is my unworthiness more about my unworthiness or about his worthiness?

In him I am made worthy. I am cleansed & re-born...so I draw near.