He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay.
Yes, my friends, I know I'm premature in my "Happy Easter" greeting as we've just entered Holy Week, but there is a method to my (March) madness. We are planning some family activities over the next two weeks, which will preclude my posting on the blog. And in all honesty, I need a breather. (There's my word for the year again: Breathe.)
That being said, most of those "off" days, I'll still be able to read your amazing blogs and comment as usual. But when I travel with granddaughter, Virginia Rose, over spring break to visit my mother for several days, all bets are off. To say her computer is outdated is the understatement of the century, and for some reason, I have a poor cellular connection at her house, too. >Sigh!<
No doubt, the break will do me good, and I'll return raring to go again. In the meantime, I wish each and every one of you a most blessed Holy Week and a glorious Eastertide!
Christ is risen.
The Lord is risen indeed.