Easter

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If you, like me, spent the majority of Holy Week in a funk, you're safe here. If you were tired, cranky, angry, bitter, a big fat sinner and the only Easter heart prep that took place was reading the Easter Story picture books that your toddler flung on your lap.. If you're limping towards Easter morning with guilt and ShouldaCouldaWoulda thoughts... take heart that if you trust in Jesus, he died for your tired, angry, bitter, big fat sinner self. This is true during Holy Week, on your best days, on your worst days and that random week in November. January. August. 
Find rest in His finished work on the cross and His great love for you this Easter. 
Caris: What is that?
Me: Our schedule
Caris: Can I write a C on your schedule?
Me: Sure 

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