It's Good Friday. I had the day off of work. I cleaned, finished tasks that I had been putting off, and I worked with the horses. We had dinner. Kb made popcorn and now he is asleep on the couch.
The day is almost over, and I have not stopped to consider what day it is.
It's easier that way.
It's easier not to think about the agony that one person experienced so that I may live.
But I must.
This song is an oldie. But Phil Wickham's words have a way of setting me straight.
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