Now, 28 years today since my father died. The older I get, the more I think about dying, about heaven. Not morbid thoughts but anticipation of the joy to come.

And lately, thoughts come more frequently about the fields being white for harvest. I’m grateful Pastor Mike assured us my father was heavenbound. I wonder if I have planted enough seed in those fields to make them white, ripe for hearts to open to the Truth of all Jesus is, all He did. Praying I never stop wondering because that keeps the efforts continuing to share however I can.

So we celebrate Holy Week and the multitude of changes that Resurrection Day brings in lives.

He is worthy of all praise and glory!!