Egg-dying session 2
with playtime intermingled :>)
Good Friday dawned beautiful and warm. The girls and I decorated more eggs with cousins and friends and enjoyed a delightful lunch. That evening I did something I felt compelled to do, not necessarily desired to do. I watched The Passion of the Christ. I'd seen it before, but for some reason I felt it was time to see it again. I wept through most of it, fast-forwarded some, and was reminded again of the tremendous pain, suffering, and humiliation Christ endured for each one of us. While difficult, I'm glad I did it. I anticipated Sunday's celebration even more anxiously.
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