Each and every Good Friday for as long as I can remember, I chew and chew on the phrase Good Friday and wonder why those words were chosen by Christians to identify the final sufferings of Jesus. Evidently, others wonder as well. [I heart the internet.]
Like any woman with a hardshell Southern Baptist background, my day was spent working for my family. Especially sorting through – and re-aligning – my unfulfilled expectations RE: OLW and MMEW. Three full months behind. <grin> After? Taxes at noon, big grocery effort at 3 (thanks, Josh), prep for/travel to Cornell Kids Slumber Party. Kids? Now, that’s God’s work.