I don’t know what it is about this year’s Holy Week, but I’m already feeling like tomorrow should be Good Friday with Easter on its heels. And it’s only Wednesday.
What is it about weeks like this? I have been so immersed in our little corner of the world–the details, the to-do’s and checklists, the daily sprint (that feels like a marathon)– to get through each day. It’s been exhausting. On Monday there were so many logistics to manage, I literally had to write out every single minute of the day in order for my feeble brain to conceptualize how it was all going to happen. But it did, thankfully. Tuesday followed suit. One foot in front of the other… check it off the list… move on to the next task… busy, busy, busy.
Frankly, I’m weary and I could use a few pastel-colored eggs. I’m ready to sing the Gloria at Mass at the top of my lungs in praise for the goodness of making it through another Lent. I’m ready to see my boys in sport coats and my little lady in Easter finest. I’m ready for egg hunts and family togetherness and JOY. I’m ready for the Resurrection. I’m ready for Easter.
I have fought the good fight, I have finished the course, I have kept the faith. 2 Tim. 4:7
We are so close, it’s worth hanging on. Christ did. Why can’t we too?
T minus 5 days and counting…