It’s 3:25 a.m. on Easter morning and I’m wide awake. This time it wasn’t a cat strolling over my face or tapping Morse Code on my bladder that roused me from sleep but thoughts of the approaching day.

Easter morning. Church.

There’s so much to do.

I need to finish setting up the tables and putting out the refreshments for the hospitality time that follows the worship hour. I have the purple table cloths and lavender napkins but I’m wondering if I should have bought matching dessert plates too. I have so many folks bringing refreshments this morning. Will napkins be enough? A floral centerpiece would have been nice. If I leave early enough I could run by the store to pick up some fresh flowers. I need to remember to put the cut glass crystal vase in the car in the morning. Get the vase. Don’t forget.

Oh! and my white stole. The white quilted one with the hand-stitched shimmery gold thread. It’s in the garage on the folding table where I’ve been storing the supplies for the children’s Easter egg hunt. I need to remember it too. The church colors turn to white between now and Pentecost and I only have my green stole at church.

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