When I was in my early twenties I remember the pastor’s wife telling me about an interesting observation she made. She observed every year on Good Friday around noon to three in the afternoon, no matter where she lived, the skies cloud over and shadow the sun. I have never forgotten this and it seems to be a phenomenon which I also experience. Now I know there cannot be clouds all over the earth on Good Friday every single year however, it is interesting to watch high thin clouds fill the sky nonetheless. I feel like the earth itself is reliving the sadness, mourning and death this day signifies.
Today if you feel like you are living in your own Black Friday, I want to ask you to join me at Laced With Grace. You will survive Black Friday. Your deliverance is at hand. Join me for It's Friday but Sunday's a-comin'!