The past couple of months have been tough. Lots of sadness and wondering why things
happen the way they do.
Uncle Les Died.
What should have been a big first birthday party for our
cousin’s baby was a toy drive for friends he
will never meet because he
celebrated his birthday in heaven.
My grandma died.
My friend and coworker lost her 54-year-old husband very suddenly.
A church member lost her 49-year-old daughter suddenly.
A church member lost her brother suddenly.
A friend’s young son is struggling emotionally.
Friends have been hospitalized for heart problems and sat
through surgeries on their children and tended to ailing loved ones. There has been illness and pain and tears for
people I love and people I don’t even know.
There have been many hard conversations with three little boys we are
trying to explain all of this to.
Then… in the middle of it all was Easter. In the middle of it was the reminder that
this isn’t all there is. That death
doesn’t get the final say. That things will
be hard and we will be sad and there will be loss - but God is there to walk
with us.
In the middle of it all there was even family time. There was connecting with cousins I hadn’t
seen in years and family friends who we had lost contact with. In the middle of it all was sharing memories
of our loved ones and joy of being together.
In the middle of it all was the reminder of how very loved and supported we are even on
this earth.
So - this is my personal reminder. While there may be pain in the night, the joy
will eventually come in the morning.
We are Easter people.
