Monday Morning My heart is broken. I cannot believe Lazarus is gone.   O Gracious One, why do you deny my prayer? What could we have done differently? Even now my sister Martha has gone out to meet Jesus, Lazarus’ dear friend.   How can it be that we are such close friends with a miracle-worker, and we didn’t get the miracle we needed?   Your ways O God are so mysterious, so far beyond my thinking.   I want to trust that your plan for our lives is good, but I cannot see what good can come from the death of my dear Lazarus.   Even now O Holy One, I believe you hear my prayer.     Monday Noon Shortly after my morning prayer, Martha arrived home with Jesus at her side.   He looked like he had been crying.   He embraced me and I felt a powerful sense of calm and comfort.   He genuinely loved my brother, and immediately wanted to know where we laid him.   On the way and when we arrived at the tomb Jesus was crying. ...