It’s Friday Jesus is praying Peter’s a sleeping Judas is betraying But Sunday’s comin’ It’s Friday Pilate’s struggling The council is conspiring The crowd is vilifying They don’t even know That Sunday’s comin’ It’s Friday The disciples are running Like sheep without a shepherd Mary’s crying Peter is denying But they don’t know That Sunday’s a comin’ It’s Friday The Romans beat my Jesus They robe him in scarlet They crown him with thorns But they don’t know That Sunday’s comin’ It’s Friday See Jesus walking to Calvary His blood dripping His body stumbling And his spirit’s burdened But you see, it’s only Friday Sunday’s comin’ It’s Friday The world’s winning People are sinning And evil’s grinning It’s Friday The soldiers nail my Savior’s hands To the cross They nail my Savior’s feet To the cross And then they raise him up Next to criminals It’s Friday But let me tell you something Sunday’s comin’ It’s Friday The disciples are questioning What has happened to their King And the Pharisees are celebrating That their scheming Has been achieved But they don’t know It’s only Friday Sunday’s comin’ It’s Friday He’s hanging on the cross Feeling forsaken by his Father Left alone and dying Can nobody save him? It’s Friday But Sunday’s comin’ It’s Friday The earth trembles The sky grows dark My King yields his spirit It’s Friday Hope is lost Death has won Sin has conquered and Satan’s just a laughin’ It’s Friday Jesus is buried A soldier stands guard And a rock is rolled into place But it’s Friday It is only Friday Sunday is a comin’! -S. M. Lockridge
Something I really love about our church are the international connections we’ve made through it. We have friends in New Zealand, Portugal, Chile, Uganda, Canada... just to name a few. Today—seven years since I last saw her—my friend @gre7el and her husband Moi stopped by for a visit, all the way from Spain! Next time we see each other I hope it’ll be in Spain. (And I really hope we won’t let seven years pass before that happens.)
My sister-in-law captured this moment, and I think it captures Brooklyn perfectly. This girl is a force to be reckoned with. She knows what she wants and doesn’t take no for an answer. She sees the value of hard work, so if the trash needs to be taken out, she isn’t going to wait around for someone else to do it. She problem solves to reach the sprinkle jar hidden on the highest shelf. Is a bit of a socialist when it comes to sharing chocolate — Take from the Mom to give to the Kids!, applies makeup with more confidence and gusto than I ever do, and is quite articulate for an almost three year old, in both words and knowledge of anatomy. (Dressing room conversation can get interesting real fast.) She’s got her capsule wardrobe all figured out ... princess dresses plus accessories, every day, all day. Loves frilly things and frogs equally. And at dinner time prays for everything from food to flowers and feet. I love this lady. More than she’ll ever know.
I got to spend the weekend in D.C. with a few of the best women I know; my cousins and sister. The cherry trees were vivid in scent and hue, the weather wonderfully warm, an instant mood-lifter. Our time together was so precious. Life can often feel full and schedules can be hard to work around. But if you want to get away with friends, pick a date and stick with it. Time like this, together, is worth it.
Winter doesn’t last forever. 🌸
I left Carson and Brooklyn behind for a fun weekend making memories with their dad. Although you wouldn’t know if from photos, Jack truly loved all the one-on-one attention he received. I came home feeling so refreshed from time away, excited for Monday and kids and craziness again. And in all honesty, I think Carson and Brooklyn were refreshed too, having a break from me. 🤓
Am I back in Rome? For a second it felt like it.
Pick a comedic chap from the sea of cherry-blossom seeking strangers, and ask him to snap a group photo. He said, in full disclosure, that his wife says he can’t take a decent photo no matter how hard he tries. I disagree; he captured perfectly what our weekend in D.C. consisted of. Endless, opened-mouthed laughter. These friends are a delight.
They’re watching me, mimicking my actions and attitude. It’s a scary honor, this raising a family. How do I know they’re watching me? I discovered Brooklyn yesterday, hiding in the bathroom, door closed, with a bar of dark chocolate, a momentary retreat from the chaos and clamor on the other side. It was déjà vu; like I had experience with this. Today Carson had his heart set on going to the thrift store. He likes the thrill of the hunt, just like his mom. And he’s pretty good at finding money laying here or there... again, like his mom. It broke his heart when he realized our vehicle was in the garage for maintenance and I was eager to stay home. He brainstormed ways to get into town. We could call @heidiriehl or @laretariehl and ask if they’d take us. What about @lydiaesh_, surely she would. Finally, he settled on walking. After all, what is 6 miles one way, with a baby and two kids? Still, staying home was more appealing to me. In a final, and desperate attempt convince me he said, “Just think! You could consider it a workout!” Now where has he heard that before?