One of my favorite lines from a country song, by Randy Travis:
"The road to hell was paved with good intentions."
I may have intended for Holy Week to be more peaceful than usual--but in my crazy preparation this morning for my last day of substitute teaching and my 200 mile trek--I screamed at a ringing phone and a blue-haired lady driving 25 in a 40.
My eldest daughter said, "Dad, you don't have to be so grumpy..."
That's right, I don't.
Good Friday, the day where good intentions go to die.