Two weeks ago, when the topic of Easter came up in our church, I opened my big mouth and announced that The Husband and I would prepare and host a Good Friday service at our house.
Last week, I opened my big mouth again and told The Husband not to worry about anything. I volunteered to prepare EVERY STINKIN LAST LITTLE THING. Including the talk.
Today is Good Friday. My house is a mess, I'm dead tired, my hair is flat and greasy, and the talk (sermon, meditation, whatever you want to call it) is only about 2/3 done. The only thing that's on schedule is the bread I'm making for communion.
Ladeeda. Better stop blogging.