Refreshing Time Of Year

My HEART ached a tad bit on Easter.
I didn't attend Easter Services at church and would have liked to.
Wrestling with a cough that has aggravated my asthma.  After a week of this coughing and not resting well, my strength is starting to weaken.  Shall Easter be in my heart everyday?  Yessssss.  I must celebrate!  


We worshipped at Home with scriptural reading, Easter meal, NAP and Easter Egg Hunt on our front lawn.  I am blessed to have my Home, Husband and Family.  Though I delight in my Children and Grandchildren...my Husband is a PRIORITY and  one of the most important earthly relationship I have on the planet!  He is my soul-mate.  So being with him this easter means a great deal to me.  Hugs.


This Resurrection Sunday was spent at home with the weather at a chilly 60 degrees.  As I watched lil Miss hunt eggs with delight...i wished that all the GRANDS had been hunting eggs on our lawn.  Easter is a sweet time to me.  I hope to be able to see all the GRANDS hunt eggs in the future.


As I grow older, JESUS means more and more to my aging self.  He is Mr. WONDERFUL and truly what Easter is about.  The RISEN LORD!  How magnificent is that?  MAGNIFICENT!!!!!!!


MAGNIFICENT LORD.


As a child I remember decorating Easter eggs, hiding them, waking to Easter candy on a paper plate that was hidden for me to find, new clothes to go to Church in, attending Easter Services and eating a pleasant Easter meal at Home with Family!


Sweet sweet memories.


There was one Easter I was bed ridden and couldn't travel far distances in the car.  I was 6 years old and stayed with another family while my family went to Marion for Easter week-end.  I woke to a Easter Surprise Basket that had delicious candy and new light blue sleeping pajamas.  This clothing article is a keepsake item I have tucked away.  How can a piece of clothing mean so much to a person?  I can still take this item out and look at it.  With sweet memories.  When I'm dead and gone, this article of clothing will mean nothing to anyone else.  Just a little blue outfit worn with time.


BUT the article of grave clothing that Jesus wore means something to a multitude of people without us even seeing it.  Jesus' grave clothing didn't go with HIM after HE rose from the grave.  HIS grave clothing were left behind neatly folded.  HE rose from the dead.  Hallelujah...HE is ALIVE.  He doesn't need grave clothing.  We can rejoice.


The sweet family that I stayed with were very kind to me.  A mom and dad with 3 children...2 girls and a son.  A few years later the oldest daughter would perish in an auto wreck.  She lived a short life.  How sad for this family.  I don't know where this family is today, but I remember their kindness after all these years. 


When celebrating Easter with the resurrection message that Jesus rose from the dead and sits at the right hand of God in Heaven, there is the hope of life after death.  Jesus isn't dead, but very much alive and praying for you.  Praying.  I love the LORD and the more I learn about HIM the more I am blessed to be a child of God.  


Easter is such a sweet time of year.  Sweet.  Full of new beginnings, new thoughts, new dreams, hope.  A freshness.  SPRING.  A newness, a refreshing time.


May you have a refreshing time of year,
~Deanna~