As I type this message, I feel God’s grace all around me.  Our Holy Week began yesterday, with Palm Sunday.  The kids in the church took palms and graced us with their presence as they delightfully waved their palms in and out of the aisles in church – costumed in period-style clothing.  They were the innocents for whom God’s grace is awaiting them.  They are love, in its pure and simplest form.

And when I returned home, I was graced with a red-bud explosion – an early sign of spring….of hope for warmer days and sunshine that beams down from the heavens above.

May you celebrate Holy Week in your own way, and know that God’s grace is free and a way to everlasting life with Him.