Normally, on Good Friday, I think about the suffering He had to endure. Normally, on Good Friday, I think about how it wasn’t just “them”. It was me too. Today is Good Friday and, as usual, I’m thinking about all of those things. But I’m also thinking about what it means to have a Savior.
Dirty Diapers and Good Friday
Large tears rolled down my daughter's cheeks. "Nooooooooo!" she wailed. The scene had been going on for about five minutes now. My husband was trying to change Evelyn's diaper, which was wet and heavy and very smelly. My daughter was crying like her heart was breaking into a million pieces. "Waaaaaant stinky diaper!" Twenty minutes … Continue reading Dirty Diapers and Good Friday