I imagined that tonight I would write something about Passover after returning from a beautiful feast put on by our YWAM community.
Something deep and spiritual and lovely.
And yet truthfully? My family adn I showed up ten minutes late after frantically tying sheets on like togas and forgetting the baby food and tripping over all sorts of unfinished business around hte house.
The beautiful meal was all laid out for us, adn many had taken great care in preparing the food and atmosphere and explanations of all of hte symbolism to help us understand adn breathe deeply, receive and have revelation.
Yet most of my evening was spent cleaning up spilled “wine” (cordial), toddler taming, and fretting about my baby’s growing over-tiredness. So much so that I was barely able to follow along with much of hte flow of hte evening.
Despite my lack of “passover-ing” I had a beautiful moment of catching up with an old friend who I haven’t seen in four years. In hushed tones while the program went on we swapped stories of life – triumph and victories as well as struggles and hardships – adn then spent a few quiet moments praying for each other.
“Were we supposed to be having communion?” my friend asked me.
The truth is, we were having communion – sharing the reality of Jesus through our lives and circumstances and care for one another.
It’s Holy Week, a time for remembering Jesus – who he is and what he’s done for us. And also for remembering who he lives within… us.
Q for you: Are you observing Passover or other elements of Holy Week?
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Adriel also writes (using spell check!) on motherhood and parenting at The Mommyhood Memos.