I can help but think about what a difference a week makes.
A week ago we had little good news, little hope. Today it is totally different.
It seems as if I have crashed headlong into Easter week. We were suppose to be in Naples, with Roger’s brother, this weekend, relaxing on the beach. We cancelled the trip in light of all that is going on (a wise decision) but as a result, Easter snuck up on us.
Today is Good Friday, the day the people called for his death, the day he suffered and died.
Last Sunday was Palm Sunday, the day the people called him “King.”
What a difference a week made — to being received to rejected, from being followed to abandoned, from loyalty to betrayal.
As I go through the emotions of the last couple of weeks, I can only image how Jesus and his followers felt. It’s a whirlwind. No wonder his disciples went back to fishing. I know how comforting cleaning house and making meals has been for me. It’s doing something stable, something I know, while internally processing fears about all I don’t know.
Thank you for your prayers. I know I’m not the only one in a whirlwind. Many enter this season with their lives turned upside-down. Pray for them also.
What a difference the next three days made!