Easter 2013.
Jack and I went to church on Easter Sunday morning. I know that shouldn't be a big deal since he goes to Catholic school and I like to consider myself,,, spiritual. We were lying in bed, the three of us, as usual. And I was thinking about what needed to be done for dinner to get finished. Two sleepy eyed boys snuggled in the bed arms, legs, and lots of hot breath. I was thinking about the show The Bible that I have been watching and how thoughts of Jesus have been creepin ginto my everyday life since. Silly times of the day.. Jesus and God have been a part of my life. The thought of Jesus as a prophet, just a prophet? or the Son Of God? While I was in the grocery store the other day an older woman who was dirty and alone. Not a sweet old lady, but a dirty, smelly, aparantly mean lady. How easy it would be to be nice to the sweet old lady, how hard it is to be pleasant to the dirty mean one.? Is the message from Jesus to be generous kind to EV...