It's Good Friday.
I've spent most of this week feeling kinda down, kinda attacked. I've dealt with it pretty well, but I definitely feel pressed and crushed at times.
But there have been blessings. A wonderful gesture from a friend for the sake of my children, contact from a great friend I've missed for a while. Kristin getting a heads up about a possible teaching job. A visit from my mom that merited a free meal at Chuy's.
And, it is Good Friday. A day we remember the greatest sacrifice of all time. A day of darkness that had to come for there to be light. The kind gesture Jesus got was someone carrying the instrument of His death for a bit, the contact He got was from blow after blow from abusive Romans. The heads up He got was words of assault. The free meal a sponge with wine-vinegar so He could speak "It is finished."
And then He died.
No, losing a job is not so bad.
But then, today is just Friday. It is but a pause before the glorious Sunday to come.
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