Good Friday

Hoot's Easter party at school Thursday.

He's not going to be an athlete!! He kept trying to run in the sack. he must have fallen a dozen times. We were all CRACKING UP!

He loved the hunt this year! Thursday was a good day!

I have always wondered why today is called "Good" Friday. It was a terrible day, actually. I sat still in my family room this morning before everyone was awake and thought about "that" day. It was so peaceful this morning. The sunlight peaked in through the shutters, but I knew the rain was coming. The clouds were forming and the winds were picking up. I thought about the morning Jesus died. It began in the garden where he prayed to his Father. He knew what was coming and prayed for it to pass IF it was his father's will. I know why it is ultimately good, but there was nothing good about that day. I think about my sin that nailed him to the cross. Nothing good about it. I am so thankful that God had/has a plan, but I often question, why it had to be this way...

Matthew27: 45From the sixth hour until the ninth hour darkness came over all the land. 46About the ninth hour Jesus cried out in a loud voice, "Eloi, Eloi,[c] lama sabachthani?"—which means, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?"[d]

When I'm feeling all alone, I remember that Jesus knows what loneliness and betrayal feels like. He is always there and I also cling to the fact that God doesn't' forsake us. There is victory in the end. The third day is coming!!