What a Difference a Week Makes
Today is Easter Sunday. This morning after opening Easter baskets and taking the mandatory photos, the boys and I went out on our back deck and blew bubbles. The sun was shining down on us and a warm breeze gently grazed our faces. We soaked in the beautiful warm weather. I was hit by the irony that last Sunday looked incredibly different for us here in Illinois. Last Sunday morning as we drove to church for the kids' Easter program, we ran into dangerously slick conditions, Snow was whipping through at high speeds and ice covered the country roads. My van began to slip and slide. I knew immediately that I had lost all control and we were assuredly going off the road. I frantically prayed that we wouldn't hit anything in the process. Thankfully, we spun around, missed the telephone pole not too far away, and ended up in the muddy ditch without a scratch on neither us or the vehicle. As strangers rushed to our aide and I waited for my dad and tow truck to rescue us,