To look out my windows right now, you’d swear it couldn’t be Good Friday. It looks more like Christmas Eve, with all this snow–yes, snow–tumbling down, edging the top of the fence, frosting the great pines and Douglas firs surrounding my house.
Frankly, I’m beginning to wonder if God reads this blog.
The weatherman swears it isn’t his fault–evidently, he’s been getting calls and emails of resounding protest. Little wonder.
But the fact remains that Easter, the greatest day in the Christian calendar and in my opinion, the greatest day in the history of this and all other universes, is nigh. Let’s celebrate with grateful hearts–NOT live rabbits and chicks dyed strange pastel colors. I know most of you are on the same page here, but these are living, sentiment creatures, not toys to be terrorized by children all day Sunday and then left to their own devices.
Have a truly blessed weekend, whatever faith you may follow. I hold you all in the warmest part of my heart.