Lent Day 37: One more week to go

Ulrich has every other Friday off, so tonight feels like a Friday night at our house. We stayed up late together watching a movie and unwound from the week. It feels like the week flew by but measured in my weariness - emotion and physical - I can say it was a long week.

This Sunday marks the procession of palms. Jesus's final entry into Jerusalem. On Thursday we'll celebrate the last supper. On Friday, the passion. On Saturday, the tomb and finally... finally... a week from Sunday we'll celebrate the great joy of Easter. I would so love one day to spend Holy Week in Jerusalem. To walk the streets. To climb the hill. To visit the sites and to be surrounded by the geography of my most sacred moments of the year.

My emotions headed into the week I feel are an odd combination of passion, fatigue, hope, and trepidation which feel appropriate to vastness of the rituals in the coming week. But I am drained.  My heart feels no strength and I wonder to myself if I'll be able to greet the joy of Easter with anything more than a groggy good morning. I will put my trust in the Lord. And he will renew my strength.