The week following Holy Week has been one filled with tornado sirens making us uneasy here in Memphis, while actual twisters are waltzing their way all over the country. Folks say that water will rise 11 feet over the flood line by the Mississippi and Wolf Rivers which may make Harbor Town a pile of mush--all just a year behind the actuality in Nashville. Oh and then there was Chernobyl's 25th anniversary just 2 days ago which reminds me of radiation gone wrong in Japan. Goodness, it can be so easy to be overwhelmed by devastation and potential devastation...and so it is that I read this prayer this morning:
"Lord, we pray we never find ourselves without hope, without a glimpse of the empty tomb each time we happen upon a cross. Help us begin our daily journey expecting both crosses and empty tombs and rejoicing when we encounter either because we know you are with us."
So since I've been absent since...December...I give you some of those empty tombs throughout the past six months:
birthday slumber party with Kristen and some of our favorite neighbors...
the first of many snow days...
and then spring and green things started to grow...
and the ladies kept on producing...
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oh...and this handsome man (with that handsome airstream)
is moving to Memphis in just a few weeks!! woot!
