The Intentional Life

The lamb, the wine, the matzoh.    The bitter herbs, the green herbs, the Haroseth. I love symbolism.  Hidden meanings behind things.  Small glimpses that point to a much bigger picture. And the Passover meal is FULL of it. As we celebrated the Seder dinner this evening with our kids I was gripped again with the beauty of God's story, and how He wove the thread of Jesus into every fabric of it. There are four cups that we drank tonight. I Kuddush - the cup of Thanksgiving II Haggadah - the cup of Deliverance III The Cup of Blessing IV The Cup of Melchizedek During the Cup of Blessing the words are spoken that the Lord is the giver of all our sustenance.  How astounding then, when Jesus stands up during his Last Supper, and announces that He IS the bread.  He IS our sustenance.  And that our sustenance, what we need to live, would be broken so that we may never die. During the Cup of Melchizedek the words are spoken about Melchizedek being the High Priest

OK. Wow.  That went fast. By now I fear I am sounding like a broken record. Despite the extra day this February contained, it did nothing to make it feel longer.  I remember as a kid thinking that February was THE WORST.  It always seemed so long. Sheesh. We celebrated a 6 year old, spent some quiet evenings at home, hosted a house full of fun, spent some evenings watching ball games, and generally tried to live with purpose the days we've been given. We may not be moving mountains in our corner of the world, but we're trying to what we can, with what we have, while we have it.  Madeline turns 6!  How do you like my stellar cake job? And we didn't have anything in the house that I could make a decent frosting with the cover up the mess. Thankfully it tasted good!   Sweet notes from Madeline.  Love that she is starting to read and write things all on her own.  We have dear friends from our first couple years of marriage who we had a