so life makes sense again.  the air in my lungs feels fresh again.  my sleep is not hindered by details, and my heart is not worn out, but rather alive with hope.

holy week really took it out of me.  but easter put it back in.  whatever was gone was returned yesterday.  whatever was discouraged was in turn encouraged and what was lacking was given plenty.  

something about a tomb without a carpenter seems to change everything.  something about a death that leads to more life is ever so inspiring.  

lent hurt me this season.  it hurt me because i was constantly reminded that i tend to turn to good things rather than the best things. it hurt me because every  morning i was shown that i have a passion for coffee that rivals my passion for jesus.

something about 40 days without reminded me of all the days with.  something about 40 days without helped me see the beauty of the one who is better.  

yesterday felt like i lived in the kingdom that is to come.  it felt like i was a part of something eternal, something bigger than all of us.  moments felt like hours, community felt essential and worship felt natural, like it is who i am, not what i do.  

lent hurt me.  holy week took it out of me.  good friday felt like death to me.  and easter resurrected me.  

i will no longer look for the living among the dead.