I was hoping to find a Good Friday service for mom and I to attend, but unfortunately our flight is this evening when the services would be. It’s easy to forget Him and what happened over 2000 years ago, especially when you’re in a spiritually dry environment. Year after year, the reminder He brings me is the weather – it seems to always be rainy and/or dreary on Good Friday, wherever I happen to be, and it serves as a reminder of what happened on that day.
Thank you for what you for the reminder. Thank you for what you did for me. Thank you for giving me life.
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