As you definitely know by now, it is Holy Week. For those of us in the clergy/ministry business, we are attempting to accomplish in one week what we usually accomplish in about three or four ordinary time weeks.
In this process, our ideal selves are not shining this week.
I will want to stare at stupid reality shows, binge watch Netflix, play 60 consecutive games of Bejeweled Blitz, and surf the computer for hours in the evening.
I may eat one too many brownies or have an extra glass of wine this week.
I will want to pamper myself somehow… maybe a massage, a haircut and color or a mani/pedi.
I will either not sleep enough or I will sleep too well.
I will be Rev. Crankypants until Sunday morning is over.
I will be Super Crankypants if I am approached about taking care of something that can obviously be completed well after Easter Day.
There will be tears. Guaranteed.
There will also be an impromptu dance party at least once per day. And I will be breaking out in song – most likely something from my college days and reminding me of a much simpler Holy Week.
The house will have extra clothes on the floor, the dishes will sit in the sink a little too long, and I will not have vaccuumed as I usually do.
I will remind people of things over and over again because I’m truly hoping not to drop one of my many balls in the air.
If you can not find me I will be at one of the following places: (1) church, (2) Michael’s, (3) the ice cream store, or (4) curled up in a corner somewhere as I wail and gnash my teeth.
My throat will start feeling scratchy by Thursday which brings on the added stress of extra needed sleep, gargling with salt water, and remembering to take any and every kind of vitamin that could possibly work. Otherwise, I have to carve into my day a good hour and a half for a trip to the clinic.
Easter morning will be full of caffeine, adrenaline, and pure Holy Spirit joy. And then once noon hits on Easter, I am a complete zombie. Not normal Sunday afternoon zombie but full zombie-apocalypse walker.
I am so exhausted that I might as well post a “Do not disturb until the Thursday after Easter” sign on my door.
Holy Week Michelle is not typically who I am. Well, sometimes it is – especially in the two weeks preceding Christmas. And I will apologize over and over and over again as I try to keep everything moving forward.
All I ask is a bit of grace, a bunch of prayers, and maybe, a pint of double chocolate ice cream. Thank you for loving me through the valley of the shadow of Lent and every other day of the year.