A Puzzling Situation

Remember the picture at the end of this post last summer?

My oldest brother, P, asked if he could get a copy of it.
Oh, he likes my photo. Sure!

At Christmas, I received a lovely silver box from him, full of odd-shaped cardboard pieces. He'd had the photo made into a puzzle for me. Just for the record, I did put it together!


The infection wound on B's leg finally closed up! Hoping for most of April to be without any medical appointments, until pre-op stuff at the end of the month. He's scheduled for May 5 surgery to biopsy and freeze the tumor on his kidney.

I'm back to subbing, after taking off from it for the past two months. Already had 3 days last week, and have 3 scheduled for next week.

Our Lenten journey is drawing to a close. Our pastor's weekly Lenten service messages have been based on the hymn, "O Sacred Head, Now Wounded."

O sacred Head, now wounded,
With grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded
With thorns, thine only crown;
O sacred Head, what glory,
What bliss till now was thine!
Yet, though despised and gory,
I joy to call thee mine.

How art thou pale with anguish,
with sore abuse and scorn;
How does thy visage languish,
Which once was bright as morn!
Thy grief and bitter passion
were all for sinners' gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression,
But thine the deadly pain.

What language shall I borrow
To thank thee, dearest friend,
for this thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
O make me thine forever,
And should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never
Outlive my love to thee.

Be near when I am dying
Oh show thy Cross to me!
And, for my succor flying,
Come, Lord, to set me free.
These eyes, new faith receiving,
From thee shall never move;
For he who dies believing
Dies safely in thy love.