The quiet settles in to the farm house.
Each to his own space. The little girls tucked in snuggy.
The older kids working on school work.
The farmer soon to be in deep slumber.
It has been a full day.
Milking, chores, working on the pack barn.
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Dealing with snow and mud.
Visits to help heal broken hearts.
Conversations about living for Christ.
Advice from one close to depression.
Visiting hours for the one who gave all.
Ending with a band concert.
The beat of the day.
Even when you want to cry a halt.
The day moves on.
Living, breathing, embracing the journey placed before us.
It would be so easy to just step off. To be done.
Frankly, there are days when I think nothing, would be better than what is here.
But do I want to miss one step of what God has ordained?
Is there one moment that I want to walk outside His will?
Not at all.
I'd rather live with the pain, heartache and missing
knowing this is right in the center of God's will than be apart from Him.
We are at the end of Holy Week.
We journey to the cross.
We break the bread and drink the cup in remembrance.
John 13:34
"A new command I give you: Love one another.
As I have loved you, so you must love one another.
We read the Ancient Word.
We extinguish the candles one by one until there is darkness.
We reflect on the condition of our heart.
We were bought for a price.
The condition of our heart atoned for.
Life for a life.
Grace and Mercy, freely given.
On Good Friday we will walk.
We will step by step relive the journey to Golgotha.
John 19:17
Carrying his own cross, he went out to the place of the Skull
(which in Aramaic is called Golgotha).
Embracing the grace that meets us there.
Dying to live.
We will yield our hearts to the One who gave all.
Is your heart changed?
Can you rest in the Promise long given for you?
He walked the road of suffering.
For you. For me.
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