I know that I have been away. I'm hoping that things will slow down and I will be able to write more. Each day I have more to write about. Every where I turn there are stories that come to me. I believe that God has allowed crazy stuff to happen to me just to show His grace in my life. I am convinced of it. And praise the Lord that He is with me every step of the way.
This is the second Easter that I have lived through without my love. It was the first major holiday and I think it means something to have this Holy Day be the first one to live through without my husband. You see, the song is totally right. Because He lives, I can face tomorrow. Because He lives, all fear is gone. Because I know He holds the future. And life is worth the living just because He lives. Because Jesus was raised again from the dead, Death has no hold on us who believe. Where Death is your sting? Where Grave is your victory? My sweet guy is home. Santi is home because of the miracle of the cross. So this year, the pain is not what it was. Yes, I miss him and I may always miss him. But, I don't have to mourn my husband's loss because he lives and is with his Savior on Easter. How significant is the reminder of celebrating life because of Christ!!!
So... with that said, yesterday was a day of rest and relaxation. There was candy and pastels and music. My children look so different from last year. My son is taller than me and my little girl is almost my height. Soon, I will have no children in my house, only teens. I am thankful. I'm a thankful girl. I am thankful that I have my babies and they are good... for the most part. I am thankful that we have such a wonderful church family. I am thankful that I can look to the cross and know without a shadow of a doubt that life is soooo worth living.
This weekend I did a small ropes course. This course reminded me of my walk with Christ. I'm wearing the harness. I get to the first rope thing. I ask myself how am I going to walk across this flimsy rope. I ask this like I don't have this big old harness on. The first step is so hard and as I'm crossing the rope I'm thinking, "I should have thought this through before agreeing to this." By the end though, I understood that I was going to be okay because I have the harness on. God is my harness. I can be scared trying to cross a crevasse on a rope but at the end of the day, I still have a harness on!!! People, don't forget that God is your harness. That's all for now.
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