This morning at MOPS, we talked about family traditions around Holy Week. It brought back some of he most beautiful memories.

My father and mother used to wake us up in the middle of the night on Maundy Thursday. We would drive quietly down dark Custer Road in Plano, Texas. Daddy had a key to the sanctuary, and we’d walk in to Custer Road UMC. My brother and I would sit quietly in a pew while mom and dad placed their hands on every pew. I’d color or stare off at the stained glass window lit up by the street lights.

Mom and dad would pray for the people that sat in the pew for years to come. They would pray that their ears would be open to God’s Holy word and their hearts would be open to His love.

This morning, my heart swelled, thinking about that special and sacred tradition that they taught us.

I thought about the people who are still sitting in those pews in Plano, Texas. I thought about how they’ve been prayed over and loved on in the middle of the night. I thought about mom and dad and how their faith still shines so brightly.

I’d like to share it with my children. I’d like them to think of the others that walk into the church.

Have a very blessed weekend,

Kate

p.s. This picture is from Downtown Phoenix. As I was walking back to my car from a photo shoot, I noticed a Bible that had been left on a bench. Strong. Present. Beautiful. Always there.