today is quiet, dark, and rainy.
i think the way every Good Friday should be.
in the midst of working on artwork and homeschooling,
meeting with friends over coffee and evening church services,
dinner out with family,
and sneaking in a little reading,
my heart seeks stillness.
listens to hear this familiar story anew.with thankfulness,
i hope that our weekend is filled with
rolled away stones,
grace too beautiful to understand,