I don’t have anything to wear to church tomorrow! It isn’t even a last minute realization–I’ve known all week long that I was without an Easter outfit. I knew it today when my family was out shopping, but I preferred to take a nap. When I was a young lass my mother, of course, picked out my Easter dress and bonnet, and droopy little white tights. I wish that I had an outfit like that for tomorrow. Probably I am writing about clothes because the rest of today’s events were of varying extremes. I was at the bridal shower of a dear friend. I was at the hospital visiting my grandmother. Tomorrow we celebrate the redemption of mankind by one loving saviour. It’s a little too much to process right now.
