Almost Easter

I returned from France this past Monday, and the week, Holy Week, has been a complete blur.
On Tuesday, I woke up with a cold that is still hanging around. For the first time, maybe since I was a child, I slept for 17 hours straight....I came home from work on Thursday and went to sleep at 3 for a "nap" before guests were to arrive for dinner. Sharon cooked, ate and cleaned, guests came and went, and I did not arise until 8:30 the next morning, something like Lazarus, from a deep deep sleep. Very surreal. Poignant to have slept through Maundy Thursday with the other disciples. In fact, I feel as though I've been a fog all through this Lent, and yet, I feel as though I sense God's presence with me even more closely than I have in some time. Sense that I'm on the verge of understanding in a new way what it means to walk with him, be with him, live for him. I'm not prepared to explain it yet, but it is a peaceful and unsettling feeling at the same time, if you can understand the paradox of that...which I can't say that I do. And yet. So, tomorrow is Easter and I'm not as prepared as usual, but I am expectant. "And if Christ has not been raised, our preaching is useless and so is your faith."