Holy week

What a beautiful time to sit back and remember how important WE are. I have been struggling with the Easter holiday, as of late, just because it was a much anticipated time for celebration and sharing our good news. Looking back on the last three weeks, I am saddened to say that I almost resented the fact that Easter was coming. Why would I want another reminder of the baby that isn't... why would I want to celebrate when my heart is still so broken...

Enter: Jesus. He comes, he comforts, he mends.

HE was broken for me. How could I resent the one day that we are intentionally supposed to celebrate the greatest gift He ever gave?

You see, I have been sad; but, I've been happy more.
I have been hurt; but I've been whole more.
I have been grieving, but I've been celebrating more.

Jesus died for me. And you! He made me whole before I was ever broken. He forgave my sins before I ever committed them. He LOVES with absolutely no reservation. How can I not be excited to celebrate the new life He has given to me?

Our angel baby will celebrate, too. In a more beautiful and glorious way than we here on Earth.

Sad for what was to be... yes.
But more joyful of what is to come... absolutely.

Thank you, Jesus, for your constant love and reminders of your goodness.

Christ is risen... risen indeed!

Luke 24: 6-7
He is not here; he has risen! Remember how he told you, while he was still with you in Galilee: ‘The Son of Man must be delivered over to the hands of sinners, be crucified and on the third day be raised again.’ ”