I inherited a few things from Grandmama, my mother's mother. One is the crucifix that sits outside my office door, with the (literally) broken corpus of Jesus laying on it.
This is the other, which I have pulled out to use on this journey through the Psalms. I am so thankful for Grandmama's prayers, for me, for our family. Again, praying these psalms is a way of continuing in fellowship with her, and with John, in the Communion of Saints.
As for the saints in the land, they are the excellent ones,
in whom is all my delight.
The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;
indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance.
(Psalm 16:3, 6)
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