I Peter don’t know what to make of it all.  It’s two days now that the Lord has been crucified, though it seems like weeks have gone by.  I cannot imagine life without him.  What hope do I have today?  Except to trust He will rise again.  I must trust that His words are true.  At the same time I feel so ashamed, He predicted I’d deny Him three times, though I convinced myself that I would never do such a thing, I did exactly as He said I would.  Despite what I have done, it’s proof that He knows the future, as He predicted my future, He has also predicted His own.  Oh dear Lord, how I long to see your face once again.  I’m not sure what to do until I see you again.  What hope is there without you?  I feel empty inside…