So I spent the better part of 2 months in hospital, trying to get my meds right. Was discharged at the beginning of March, and I have to be honest, I'm still not OK.
I moved back here to be close to my family, but that hasn't worked out (I'll spare you the details).I'm always tired, no matter how much sleep I get. I worry about everything. I'm frightened and intimidated by most of the people in my life.I want to get involved with the church, but can't seem to drag my sinful butt out of bed on Sunday mornings. Since it's Palm Sunday tomorrow, I'm gonna make the effort to go.
On Saturdayby Max LucadoJohn didn't know on that Friday what you and I now know. He didn't know that Friday's tragedy would be Sunday's triumph. John would later confess that he "did not yet understand from the Scriptures that Jesus must rise from the dead" (John 20:9).That's why what he did on Saturday is so important.We don't know anything about this day; we have no passage to read, no...