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Resurrection in your heart…no matter what your day brings…

The Resurrection

Matthew 28:1-10 After the Sabbath, at dawn on the first day of the week, Mary Magdalen and the other Mary went down to look at the tomb.

There was a violent earthquake, for an angel of the Lord came down from heaven and, going to the tomb, rolled back the stone and sat on it. His appearance was like lightning and his clothes were white as snow. The guards were so afraid of him that they shoke and became like dead men.

The angel said to the women, “Do not be afraid, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, who was cruicified. He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay. Then go quickly and tell his disciples: ‘He has risen from the dead and is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see him.’ Now I have told you.”

So the women hurried away from the tomb, afraid yet filled with joy, and ran to tell his disciples. Suddenly Jesus met them. “Greetings,” he said. They came to him, clasped his feet and worshiped him. Then Jesus said to them, “Do not be afriad. Go and tell my brothers to go to Galilee; there they will see me.”

Sitting here are home on Easter Sunday…as my family is at church all but me, Parker and Frank…I am reminded that things aren’t always what they think they will be. For weeks we have built up celebrating today by doing the Lent Tree–and today…is by far my most favorite day of the year. I long for the worship time at church…the excitement shared in the Word…but today I sit on my yellow couch…babe upstairs napping and a little man who I love that says his tummy hurts. As we snuggled watching the animated Passion of Christ together, I am remembering that it’s not about me. It’s really, really, really—really about trusting Him for each day, clinging to Him through the dips and turns and following Him with joy in our hearts even when life brings things we don’t expect.

As I read Carol Brazo’s chapter on celebrating Easter in her book No Ordinary Home I had a perfect Easter planned out. For weeks I dreamed of me waking up Laney–squealing, “He is alive!” and then waking up the boys to celebrate with them. Brazo shared that this was what she had always done in her home—as it was Mary and Martha, women, whose heritage was being the first to hear of Jesus’s resurrection. Amazing tradition, huh?! YES. Oh, I couldn’t wait. But instead…Laney jumped up and ran downstairs before I woke up. Parker was running a fever last night so I didn’t feel I should wake him with such joy. And I had forgotten to go to the grocery for breakfast food–so I needed to get creative with my parents here and cook biscuits from scratch. It just wasn’t the day I had envisioned. But isn’t this so often true of our days…our journeys…the things we dream for whatever they may be?!


He is Risen!

He is Alive!

And without instruments.

Without a message of encouragement from a pastor.

The Spirit Himself can encourage me.

Today can still be my Easter. He is alive!

Tomorrow can too.

Help us all, Lord…each morning to arise with revelation.

That indeed…











And although things might not always seem like should be…how we hope…even though our hearts may often feel like a roller coaster of emotions…




Jesus cried out on the cross, “I thirst.”




I thirst for you today.

Thank you Father…that on the 3rd day…you rose again.

And I know am able to freely come—directly to you…RIGHT NOW…and have my thirst filled.







Help us to trust in You.






How blessed and thankful I am to walk this journey with your families…with your hearts…and to trust in our Savior together each day. May you have a blessed Easter…and may each day be spent celebrating His resurrection in your hearts.