it’s a week so soak in the Holy Hope. 

it’s the phrase around iKwB headquarters this week:::

“sorry i can’t. it’s Holy week.”

 

a week without rush or any extra “yes”. a week to dig in the garden dirt, boil eggs, hunt down butter lambs ((iykyk)). a week to create a Holy feast menu. a week to rest in traditions and sacredness of the ones before us. a week to plant hope in your tired heart because we have the ultimate gift of knowing how this week ends ((or doesn’t end and never will)), for He is Risen indeed. 

 

the gift our weary world is thirsting for ::: 

hope + redemption + life. 

 

a week to anchor in your heartbeats. rejoicing in the heartbeat that gave it all for us. abundance given, life taken.