I woke up with my 3 year old next to me, telling me how much she loved my hugs. As I laid there debating getting up and writing with my beloved Five Minute Friday community, her snuggles won out, and I couldn’t see any good reason to get out of bed and miss that time with her–not even to write.
But as I readied for the day, I felt that I still wanted to talk to you– to tell you something small. So in the hurried morning chaos, I locked myself in my room and filmed this for you. It’s short, and at the end, you can hear my children banging on my door. I thought about re-shooting the video, but the likelihood of getting one without kid noise in the background is unlikely.
So here it is, in all it’s embarrassing reality.
If you can’t see the video, try HERE.
I love you guys. I am deeply thankful for you. I pray that this afternoon, and evening, you can spend some time gazing upon the cross. Even in all of it’s horror, it is the single, most beautiful act of love the world has ever known.
Peace and grace to you, this Good friday. Praying with you as we await resurrection.