We've just shared a lovely Easter meal with family and a few friends at Granny's House. Actually, less than thirty of us--a small group. And we have LOTS of leftover ham if you'd like to drop by for a sandwich...
It was nice to come home from church and hear that our American merchant marine captain had been rescued and was on his way home. Easter will forever have an extra layer of meaning for Capt. Phillips and his family.
Would it be sacrilegious to say that I wish Easter would make up its mind about March or April? Oh wait...I guess since God set the date that would be a yes. Never mind.
I'm unpacked and settled back in after my week and a half in California. What a blessing to have a husband who supports my going to care for my precious "elsewhere" family and children who are old enough and self-sufficient enough to carry on in my absence and have the house clean and my sheets changed when I return! Thank you, dear ones.
This week is pretty much devoted to taxes (no, I didn't procrastinate...I did enough of the work in February to know we were going to have to pay a lot, so I put it aside until closer to the deadline) and to getting the kids enrolled and registered in college for the fall. We could have five, yes FIVE, kids in college full- or part-time this fall and that is a heck of a lot of paperwork. Uh, yes, that too....
I love grocery shopping in southern California. There's nothing like poring over the choices of imu steaks and ostrich sausages. Seriously, the choices are amazing. And so are the seafood soups at Whole Foods, which we may have here but it's too far to go!
Already posted this on my Facebook, but just in case you haven't seen it, check out this great T-shirt. (If you're not with us on Facebook, you won't "get it"...if you've been on for longer than thirty seconds, you will!) And while you're there, look around one of my favorite slightly twisted websites, Despair.com. It can make even recession fun.
How are you coming on Atlas Shrugged? Seeing anything you remotely recognize? I'm more than 3/4 finished. Again.
Ruffles and lace and bows on our youngest ladies...dress shirts and ties (something we don't see as often as we used to!) and fresh haircuts on our young men...pastels and flowers and Resurrection greetings...glorious music and a moving sermon on 1 Cor. 15...all experienced with joy and gratitude for the Saviour's gift of love and His every gift since. I hope your day was as wonderful.
Long ago He blessed the earth
Born older than the years
And in the stall the cross He saw
Through the first of many tears
A life of homeless wandering
Cast out in sorrow's way
The Shepherd seeking for the lost
His life the price He paid
Throughout Your life You've felt the weight
Of what You'd come to give
To drink for us that crimson cup
So we might really live
At last the time to love and die
The dark appointed day
That one forsaken moment when
Your Father turned His face away
Love crucified arose
The risen One in splendor
Jehovah's sole Defender
Has won the victory
Love crucified arose
And the grave became a place of hope
For the heart that sin and sorrow broke
Is beating once again
("Love Crucified Arose," Michael Card)