I’ve written A slightly longer piece about Good Friday.
It has hope embedded in it. It’s a dimension of who I am–what I was created to be.
And yet–I still enter the weekend with my own trepidations. Even I can start to flag–to get bogged down in my inability to see over the dashboard. I can be as easily bummed out as the next guy. And there is no sin in that.
Because we all need hope. All of us.
Some days, I simply feel like I’m going to lose it.