Easter was great as usual. We woke the kids with "come and see, His body is gone, He is risen" We had our muffins, fruit, and juice on a blanket in our room this year since Easter was so early and cold this year. We listened as Tim read the account from the bible. It is a fun celebration, but my greatest sadness is that my saviour hasn't come back yet. When thinking about the Mary seeing Him after he came out of the tomb, it makes me a little jealous. Then I think about watching him raise up into the clouds, and knowing He is preparing a place for me, and that He is really coming back. I don't feel quite so jealous then. I will touch him like Thomas. He will smile, comfort, and laugh at my impatience in view of eternity. Sometimes I don't know if I want to cry or laugh thinking about being with Him at last. For now I must be about my Father's business. He set the example.
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