This time of year has a way of turning me inside out and upside down.
The days of observing Lent & walking up towards the big shin dig of Easter seem to linger on too long for this heart of mine. Yet, I am glad. My positive programed flesh & sweet self needs to be exposed. Brought to the light. Longing for a Rescuer. For the Rescuer- for Aslan to show up.
As we move Jesus carrying the cross each day a longing wells in my soul. Some days I just want to pick him up & say TA- DA! he made it- Easter- Ressurection Day is here! But no, he had to be stripped of everything, laughed at, mocked, tortured. And looking at that reality is not easy.