Thank you for the words this morning…because You live, I can face tomorrow, because You live, all fear is gone. Because I know, Who holds the future, life is worth the living, just because You live.

Thank you for simple toys – plastic grocery sacks that are fun to leap up and knock down as they float, aluminum foil taco wrapping in a ball to chase all over the house, any and every box, little flying bugs in the lamp light, and dead lavender bushes to jump into.

Thank you for one of the best messages I’ve heard in a long time…and for communion at the table, in front of a fire in the fireplace, while Sam and I had tears of reflection.

Thank you for anticipation of our small town USA version of a Passover meal tonight with social distanced next door neighbors…hotdog roast over a community fire pit, pasta salad, baked beans, and chips, separated by two patios, but close enough to enjoy the evening together.