Grace to you, Lovies.
God, thank you that Mair and her babies are o.k. Thank you for the way you protected them in the big man truck, Lord; had they been in a Tercel, the story might’ve been more Good Friday than Easter Sunday. Those ladies who ran from your tomb early that morning were gripped with fear and great joy. I imagine that’s how Mair and her babies felt, Jesus, crawling out of the truck. It feels like a pretty shitty thing to happen to a sister on Easter Sunday morning, carrying the red eggs no less…but it did happen. Again, thanks that they’re o.k.