I have recently had the great grace to be reminded in powerful ways of the love the Father has for me, poured out for me in the precious body and blood of His Son, my Lord, Jesus Christ, and poured into my heart by the Holy Spirit. When I consider how undeserving I am for what Christ did for me, God's great love stuns me. On the one hand, I can't believe it. On the other, it is so real that it makes me fall on my face.
I can't really think of another Friday traditio than Casting Crowns' "Glorious Day (Living He Loved Me)"
One day they nailed Him to die on a tree/
Suffering anguish, despised and rejected/
Bearing our sins, my Redeemer is He/
Hands that healed nations, stretched out on a tree
And took the nails for me
I urge you to take a break and let God's love wash over you. At least for me, the love of God is the only thing that makes everything, good or bad, worthwhile.