Day 7: God's Covenant with Abram (2025)

461.888 - 488.258 Fr. Mike Schmitz

Let the stars of its dawn be dark. Let it hope for light but have none, nor see the eyelids of the morning. Because it did not shut the doors of my mother's womb, nor hide trouble from my eyes. Why did I not die at birth, come forth from the womb and expire? Why did the knees receive me or why the breasts that I should suck? For then I should have laid down and been quiet. I should have slept.