love well. live full.
Can you believe it’s already April? This year is flying by, isn’t it? Easter is this month and it’s my favorite holiday. I love the little girls in their frilly socks and smocked dresses. I adore the little boys in bow ties and pastel shirts. And I love the way
Holy Week wasn’t a part of my Southern Baptist tradition growing up. In fact, I’m not sure I ever heard the week between Palm Sunday and Easter described as such until I was an adult. But, just as the practices and solemnity of Advent and Lent have drawn me in,
Why does Easter matter? Does it? Really? If it does, how has it changed us … not just Sunday when we gathered together in our best or brightest (or in our t-shirts depending on your preference), but how does the resurrection of Jesus Christ affect us now … on Tuesday.
I love Easter Sunday. Everything about it … from the little girls with hairbows bigger than their heads to the teary eyes throughout our sanctuary as we sing of the resurrected Christ. I love the newness Easter brings, the hope and the life we experience in Christ. Last night our
I’m sitting here listening to the rain {and hoping the wind won’t blow it in through my open windows} and contemplating the depths of God’s love for me. I hope you know how vast is the love God has for you. Easter is the high point in the Christian church
I’m never really sure what to do after Easter. I guess that sounds strange … but it almost feels anticlimactic, these first few days after the somber reflection of Lent leading to Good Friday, the silence of Holy Saturday, and the celebration of Resurrection Sunday. Yesterday Scott had his first
