It's Friday, But Sunday's Comin'!

So here's the thing: some days you fail. Some days you drop the ball; you forget to call the kennel for the dog, your computer doesn't work right, you've cleaned everything in sight and your children drop 423 metric tons of crap in every possible nook and cranny. You are wishing for June and it's only April. You are overwhelmed and at the end of your tether. It's bleak. It's black. The veil in the temple has been ripped. You are having a hard time seeing the 'good' in Good Friday.

But.

Some days you remember that it's not about how clean your house is. Some days you find another kennel with room for your dog even though it is Spring Break and Easter weekend. Some days you have access to another computer. Some days you spend the morning at the zoo with your husband and child and revel in being with them and sharing the time together. Some days you fold 423 metric tons of laundry and you know that you will someday soon have to do 423 metric tons of laundry again, but you don't care, because these are the clothes of the people who have taken residence in your heart. Some days you sip wine on the patio and listen to the birds and watch your children play in the golden rays of the springtime sun. Some days your vacation is already planned for June and it's only April and you are so happy and anticipating the fun.

Some days you remember that "It's Friday, but Sunday's comin'!" You remember that Friday can be bleak and dark and it may seem you've reached the end of your tether, but you know that Things didn't end on Friday. You know that it's all about Sunday. You know that it's all about beauty from ashes. You know that it's all about a vacant tomb and abandoned grave clothes.

And that knowledge makes all those days when it's April and you are wishing for June worth it.

Happy Easter, everyone!

He is risen! He is risen, indeed!