I’ve been a little teary the past day or two. There’s just something about holidays that make my heart extra sensitive to missing my Mama. I cried while I peeled potatoes and made her potato salad. I fought back tears when I thought about all the Easters she made sure we had pretty white hats, new dresses and ruffle socks with shiny patent leather shoes. And a new purse, of course. And she got us to church. That’s was a big deal in more ways than one.
But it’s hard to stay sad about missing her on Easter where we celebrate a Savior who conquered death. He did not leave us hopeless. He is our living Hope. My Mama may not have been able to find hope in her last days, but He was there with her. He never leaves us or forsakes us. He’s coming back for us. And I cannot wait. Praise His powerful name!
In our little family of five, we celebrated today our risen Savior. We know He walks with us. We know He helps us in all the challenges we face—and we are facing them in our family. To do lists are long. Appointments on our calendar continue to be added. Change for most of us is on the horizon. Heavy burdens are carried and regularly rolled over to God—because He cares for us! Praise His powerful name!
