Good Friday

Good Friday is the most difficult day of Passion Week. Christ’s journey turned treacherous and acutely painful in these final hours leading to his death.

According to Scripture, Judas Iscariot, the disciple who had betrayed Jesus, was overcome with remorse and hanged himself early Friday morning.

Meanwhile, before the third hour (9 a.m.), Jesus endured the shame of false accusations, condemnation, mockery, beatings, and abandonment. After multiple unlawful trials, he was sentenced to death by crucifixion, one of the most horrible and disgraceful methods of capital punishment known at the time.

Before Christ was led away, soldiers spit on him, tormented and mocked him, and pierced him with a crown of thorns. Then Jesus carried his own cross to Calvary where, again, he was mocked and insulted as Roman soldiers nailed him to the wooden cross.

Jesus spoke seven final statements from the cross. His first words were, “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.” (Luke 23:34, NIV). His last words were, “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.” (Luke 23:46, NIV)

Then, about the ninth hour (3 p.m.), Jesus breathed his last breath and died.

By 6 p.m. Friday evening, Nicodemus and Joseph of Arimathea took Jesus’ body down from the cross and lay it in a tomb.

Friday’s events are recorded in Matthew 27:1-62, Mark 15:1-47, Luke 22:63-23:56, and John 18:28-19:37.

I hope everyone is doing well today.

Today is also National Siblings Day. This is me with my  sisters. 

This is dear hubby with his brothers and sisters. The pic on top is of him and one of his sisters.  She is not pictured in the photo beneath it. Their momma is holding a pic frame of her in the pic. His sister was killed in a car accident back in 2013. He misses her dearly. 

This is our knucklehead boys..😂😂

I have done a little piddling around today getting ready for Easter.

Last night I stuffed 170 eggs for my little buddies to find. 🤗 and fixed up their Easter baskets.

Tonight I came up with these treats for the girls. Not a bad cake for first try. 

These girls love anything with sprinkles on them.

On Facebook,  people are posting their Sr pics of when they were in high school to honor all the Srs this year in high school who may or may not get to have graduation ceremonies. So here is mine and dear hubby’s.

David Dixon Mcnairy Central High School Class of 1989

Tracy Miller Dixon Saltillo High School Class of 1989

Dear hubby got to come in just for the weekend to be able to attend his nephews grave side service. We are having to be careful as not to crowd and some will stay in their vehicles and roll down windows. This is all awkward and new to everyone due to Covid. However,  with desperate times comes desperate measures. I will video the memorial and put on a dvd for some of our elderly family members so they can see it later.  Some staying home has been a tough decision they had to make for their health. We will get by.

About 4dfarms

I am a wife to an amazingly dedicated, devoted, and loyal husband whom God sent to me. I am a mother to two wonderful boys to whom I'd give my life for. Around here we have homeschooled, we farm, garden, hunt, fish and anything else we want to do. Although I do have Rheumatoid Arthritis. Sometimes its hard for me to keep up. If it was not for my husband and two boys, I could not do some of what I do. They really do help me alot. We work together as a team in my home. We try our best to train up our children in the fear and admonition of the Lord. Yea, they slip sometimes and correction has to be made. Thats life. I want so badly to be just like the Proverbs 31 woman. My grandmother did an awesome job of it and Id like to fill her shoes.
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