I had an emotionally . . . let’s say . . . unsteady week this past week. I was very reactive and my reactions were a bit out of proportion to events. That isn’t altogether unusual for me, but it was a bit over the top even for me last week.

Then, around mid-week, at Levite Chronicles, Jon asked, what’s the question that Good Friday answers? And I’ve been thinking about it in the spare moments between cleaning and cooking and getting ready for a family Easter Egg hunt. Around about Good Friday it hit me, an answer, if not the answer. Good Friday answers the question, does anybody love me?

And the answer is yes.

Not only that, but Easter reminds me that further, the One who said I love you on Good Friday is the only one who truly matters.