Easter Is Different This Year...

Easter is different this year.

Easter is different this year because I am different this year.

I'm watching the Scriptures on this Good Friday as they scourge and mutilate, humiliate and crucify the One who has stood by me this past year. The only ONE that has truly walked this path with me, cried tears with me, held me, protected me, moved mountains for me, rocked me gently to sleep and given me strength to wake up and keep putting one foot in front of the other.  Him. They are killing Him.  It is excruciating. I've never felt it more personally than I have today.

Sunday's coming...




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Beverly Riley Whitaker