Tonight I feel sad that there’s no way I can put into a blog the words that will give you the same feeling I have as I wind down after a weekend of celebrating the most beautiful thing I believe. Leading into today, the day that celebrates Jesus’ resurrection, I considered various ways to share the story with my children. The Passion of the Christ came to mind. It might
I love this day. It was horrible and gray and cloudy when I woke up. Then while I was in a meeting at work, the sun came out. I picked up my boys, and we spent real live time together over lunch where I actually listened to what they had to say and learned new things about them and as they spoke I got distracted by their sheer good looks.
Easter didn’t start out so great for me. I had to work, which is just wrong. I was raised by a generation that was already realizing some people have to work on Sundays. I mean, at the very least – we ate at restaurants on Sunday, thereby reveling in the fact that some people had to work. But still, I also always went to church. AL-ways. My work schedule is