Spring???

Yesterday, the first day of Spring, was sunny and jacket weather. This morning, Good Friday, I woke up to this. That was hours ago and it is now a blizzard out there. UGH! The groans were heard every time someone came down stairs and saw the view from the window. Only Sweetheart had to venture out this morning, so we are all (me and the 3 kids) inside and still in our jammies at 11 am. Well there are some signs of Spring here inside the house. Here is the bouquet I put together for our Easter table on Sunday. The smells are heavenly. Thank you for all your nice comments on the bookcase. I am very pleased with it and thankful for Sweetheart's skills and gifts. Here is what it is all about!! The books have been flying off the shelves. They are always put back in their place.

The rest of our Good Friday will be spent together, enjoying "The Jesus Film". I will watch "The Passion Of The Christ" tonight after everyone is in bed. I cry through the entire thing and not just a regular cry...that ugly cry. The one that comes with the uncontrollable sucking of air. I make myself watch it alone a couple of times a year so I do not forget, or become complacent in what my Saviour actual suffered for me. The 2 pictures in the previous post are framed and are on a shelf in my bedroom. I know they are offensive, but the cross itself is offensive. It is meant to be that way. May you all give a moment of time today to reflect on the sacrifice made so many years ago.

Isaiah 53:2-10 (The Message)

2-6 The servant grew up before God—a scrawny seedling, a scrubby plant in a parched field. There was nothing attractive about him, nothing to cause us to take a second look. He was looked down on and passed over, a man who suffered, who knew pain firsthand. One look at him and people turned away. We looked down on him, thought he was scum. But the fact is, it was our pains he carried— our disfigurements, all the things wrong with us. We thought he brought it on himself, that God was punishing him for his own failures. But it was our sins that did that to him, that ripped and tore and crushed him—our sins! He took the punishment, and that made us whole. Through his bruises we get healed. We're all like sheep who've wandered off and gotten lost. We've all done our own thing, gone our own way. And God has piled all our sins, everything we've done wrong, on him, on him.
7-9 He was beaten, he was tortured, but he didn't say a word. Like a lamb taken to be slaughtered and like a sheep being sheared, he took it all in silence. Justice miscarried, and he was led off— and did anyone really know what was happening? He died without a thought for his own welfare, beaten bloody for the sins of my people. They buried him with the wicked, threw him in a grave with a rich man, Even though he'd never hurt a soul or said one word that wasn't true.
10 Still, it's what God had in mind all along, to crush him with pain. The plan was that he give himself as an offering for sin so that he'd see life come from it—life, life, and more life. And God's plan will deeply prosper through him.