Good Friday Remembered

It’s a wild and crazy Good Friday at my house.  The girls are out of school and Happy is here to play, so I have a house overflowing with energy.  Last year I wrote about my childhood memories of Good Friday and thought I would share some of that post again.

I remember Good Friday afternoons when I was in elementary school. My parents sent my sister Laura and me to school in the morning, but we came home early to observe the holy day. My Mom wanted us to spend the afternoon quietly thinking of Jesus. I don’t remember too much, except perhaps that I brushed my doll’s hair while Laura drew a picture of three crosses. Later we ate fish for dinner and went to Mass. Most likely I counted the shoes as they went down the aisle to receive communion.

I knew it was a special day, but the sadness made me yearn for the joy of Easter Sunday. We would wake in the morning and search for our Easter baskets, then head to Mass wearing our prettiest dresses, sometimes with matching hats and little white gloves. I have a photo imprinted in my mind of Laura and me on Easter morning. She is wearing a sweet pink dress with a white bonnet looking angelic. I stand next to her in a sailor dress with a silly hat on my head, but a big smile on my face.

In the afternoon we would gather with my extended Irish Catholic family, eating ham and festive foods, while playing with cousins. It was a happy day, one I still remember with fondness.

This morning I am at my desk writing lists: guests, tasks to be done, food to purchase, and the menu.  Our gathering will likely be a little smaller this year than usual, but I am quite sure the Lord will bring everyone He wants to be here right up to our door.

Have a wonderful weekend, friends, and if I don’t get back to my blog, have a joyous and amazing Easter.


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Let me introduce myself. Russ and I are the parents of twelve children by birth and adoption, and sometimes more through foster care. I'm the creator of One Thankful Mom which has been as much of a gift to me as to my readers. In 2011 I became a TBRI® Pracitioner* and have lived and breathed connected parenting ever since. I'm deeply honored to be the co-author, together with the late Dr. Karyn Purvis, of The Connected Parent; it is her final written work. I love speaking at events for adoptive and foster parents. I'm also the co-founder of The Adoption Connection, a podcast and resource site for adoptive moms. I mentor and encourage adoptive moms so you can find courage and hope in your journeys of loving your children well.


  1. Heidi
    April 6, 2012

    Our four year old son prayed and asked Jesus into his heart in the car after our Good Friday service. What a way to end this day of reflection!

    1. Lisa Qualls
      April 7, 2012

      Beautiful, Heidi! Have a glorious Easter.

  2. charity
    April 11, 2012

    can I ask, what may seem to most, a dumb question?? i have been a christian my whole life, and i suppose i have never known a time when He wasn't present in my life…but i hear often this expression from people of other faiths, "asking Jesus into my heart". just tonight on a movie, (soul surfer) the documentary with the actual girl talked about this same thing…i assume it is a point of conversion? but i'm not sure i understand. what does it mean? is it similar to baptism, ie, a decision to covenant with God or open your life to his will? i just thought you might clarify, since it seems to be familiar vernacular for you:)


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