Time is a wily thing, ever marching on with seeming greater rapidity. I have intended so many times to write here. (I sound like…
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We happened to be in Southern Utah for Palm Sunday this year, and I loved sitting outside, listening to the palms rustle in the…
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While there is always a slight rumbling of mutiny in our house, particularly as we push through our second month of “stay at home”…
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Welcome, blessed Holy Week.
We shout you in with all our souls, and we’ll praise God as you go.
OUR PRINTABLE GUIDE TO HOLY WEEK
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“This week we watched in agony as Notre Dame was engulfed in flames. We feared the worst, watching from across the world, hearing commentary…
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It’s April! And that makes me happy. This morning I ran in a long sleeved shirt, which I eventually shed for a tank top…
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I’m in love with these butter-yellow faces finally open to the sun. We planted these bulbs last Autumn, the ones Betsy gave us in…
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It is Palm Sunday.
Today begins a commemoration of the holiest week in human history.
It is an overcast March morning. And although the sun is…
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These are holy days, sacred days.
And not just because it’s Easter.
I am at my Mom’s, sitting with her. And while her decline has been…
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Prettiest pink tulips for our Passover meal on Holy Thursday.
With a nod to Layla’s Mediterranean Grill, we filled our table with pita, hummus, kibbeh, spiced…