let lemons be angry

I woke up at 7:30 this morning and strangely felt that it was okay not to get back into bed. I don't know how to list the events of this Good Friday. It was more than a day of remembering the crucifixion, more than a day of reading the Gethsemane passage and singing "When I Survey the Wondrous Cross". It was so much more. All these years that was all it had been, but today i woke up early. No GP discussion will ever result in an explanation of how God is real to me. No critic will ever be able to use logic to shred God to pieces. Because God is bigger than the confines of human logic allow Him to be. And His love is greater than the human understanding. I'm overjoyed for Grace, that she finally feels this great love. And there were other things, like a multiplication of faith cards, the return of the odd butterfly, jessica's hot cross bun in the car, new faces made familiar, and surprises surprises surprises. I couldn't help smiling that old silly smile in the middle of some song i didn't really know, for the butterfly flitted past me without warning and i couldn't help but smile. I'm thinking: i don't like feeling vulnerable and awed as much as i like this. It is a complex subject; someday i shall write a chapter on it. "She did not like feeling younger."