A full, holy week.

It’s Holy Week. One of my favorite weeks of the year.

A week to be still. To be in awe. To honor the one who loved us enough to come to earth, to live and suffer and die, so that we could have full and abundant life.

This year feels different though.

There is just a lot. A training to fill. A space to finish. Contractors and timelines and furniture and finances. Three courses I am trying to complete. Speaking engagements. Clients. People offering to help and the work of receiving that help graciously. It is full in a way that makes me feel like I cannot honor this week the way I want to.

And yet.

This morning I sat down anyway. I opened my Bible. I prayed. I took my morning walk and talked to God like I always do. And somewhere in the quiet of that ordinary morning routine, in the middle of all the not-enough, I felt it.

There is plenty.

Because He loved me enough. Even in this. Even now. He looked at all of us, knowing every hard season, every overwhelmed morning, every week where we couldn’t show up the way we wanted to, and He still chose us.

We are the joy that was set before Him.

And He chose to save us.

Whatever your week holds, whatever feels like too much right now, you are not forgotten in it. You are the reason He came.