Good Friday Morning —
Eldest Son’s Girlfriend is coming —
Chicken cooking on the stove —
Double Layer Chocolate Cake baking —
Gaither Music playing with Jessy Dixon dancing in the images of my mind —
Flowers blooming, there’s a bouquet on the dining room table shining yellow and white —
Five hardy red geraniums from Pepper’s Greenhouse that called my name sitting in the sunshine (“It might be too early,” cautions Mr. Pepper’s Greenhouse. “If they freeze, they die!”) I need to watch them carefully.
And in my heart, there is such joy and grief all intertwined. How can life be so good when people are sad, when I am missing Youngest Son so much, when it seems like forever since I’ve heard my Daddy’s voice? But there is this well-spring of joy. Look outside, Friends, and tell me again about how the Dead shall be raised, incorruptible. This mortal shall put on immortality, and Death will be swallowed up in victory!!! YES!!!
I look outside — and I BELIEVE. Thank God, through Jesus Christ, we have the promise that Easter is FOR REAL! The thing that makes my heart so quiet with awe is that the reality of the Resurrection will be/is greater than that of death.