The sweet aroma of minor anticipation of an easter basket, the colored finger tips from yesterday's egg-dipping festivities and the one day of the year that my wardrobe looks normal...ah, it must be the first Sunday following the full moon that occurs on or following the Spring equinox (naturally)--Easter.
|The true meaning of Easter is often lost...or killed.|
This is the holiday that gives everything meaning. For because Christ lives today, we can smile. We can endure. We can be forgiven. We can live again too.
While I often reserve this online platform for personal petitions of pity (+4 points) regarding my dating (or lack there of) life, today, I wish to express my deepest feelings and most assured testimony that I know that Christ lives! I have not seem Him, but I have seen His hand in my life.
When my heart was in the depths of pain, I have felt His hands lift me to joy. When my life has fallen apart, I have felt His hands help me pick up the scattered pieces. When I have fallen short, I have felt the marks in His hands outstretched pleading with me to ask for forgiveness...and have received it.
He has never left my side and never turned His back on the world. A sinless life made perfect through rising again on the third day enables us to rise above the mundane, the difficult and the meaningless in life to find the true meaning of this Sabbath day. How grateful I am to share my feelings of gratitude for Him whom we celebrate!
So in the closets of your heart, where you dress your actions with meaning, may everyday be Easter!