Despite my best efforts, I am still completely wiped out and sleeping like a hibernating grizzly bear due to the exhausting side effects of my
palm sunday – holy week is here, y’all.
It’s been a little off kilter this week – a busy school week, I’ve been a bit plague-ish – and on one of those antibiotics
first, a repost – to remember.
Friends, I’m sitting and writing a lengthy post I’ve been trying to get to for several days with school and the end of the term
lenten day 25 – a frightening st patrick’s day in the deep south
That the above was today’s Lenten card reading from our church is not lost on me. As we know: The Lord is the one who
lenten day 24 – profound gratitude for a vaccine and a festivus for the rest of us.
At the end of last week, when the one year anniversary of the shut down for Covid-19 came around, my husband and I had MSNBC
lenten day 23 – flipping tables, trading wisdom for foolishness, and standing loudly against racist swine
One silver lining from this awful pandemic cloud is that, in addition to online service at my own church, I also now get to attend
