As we scroll through the memories, there’s this other story to be held, the reality that even on vacation, as long as we’re this side of heaven, we live in a post-fall world. No matter what we yearn to go back to—vacation, another season, healthier bodies, relatives long-gone— there were and are and will be trials and suffering.

In this Holy Week, may we remember that only Jesus can and has and will set it all straight.

In sickness or in health, on vacation or at home, on Monday morning or Friday evening, on the death bed or in the nursery, . . .

May we look not back, not away from, but TO.

To the Risen Savior.

For a whole year, Spring Break 2025 was the shimmering light at the end of our planning tunnel. It wasn't just any getaway. Eighteen of us, spanning seven adults and eleven grandchildren, were set to embark on a tri-fecta celebration. We marked recent milestone birthdays, acknowledged the preciousness of present health, and aimed for that sweet spot where the oldest grandchild wasn't too old and the youngest had (almost!) navigated the "terrific two's." This trip wasn't just a vacation; it was a carefully crafted opportunity to make memories that would last a lifetime.