Good Friday

I just love Holy Week.

Last night we went to the Good Friday service.

I love the "darkness" of the message.

I love that my heart felt so guilty and so convicted, so holy and so undeserving, so saddened and so grateful...

I love the contrast between Friday night and Sunday morning...

During the message there was a woman on the stage painting a picture. When we walked in the canvas was blank. It was completely white. When we left... Well, I'll have to let you see for yourself. AMAZING!