One of my favorite Easter memories is of Sam, when he was about 3 years old. It was one evening, probably a few days after Easter, and we were out on our tiny little back patio on Cedar Avenue in Lancaster, California. We were looking at the stars, and I was telling Sam that God made them. He wanted to know where God was, and I told him that God was right "here" with us. Sam looked right at me and said very emphatically, "No Mommy. He is NOT here, for He is RISEN!" A lesson on the importance of teaching scripture verses in context!
What a blessing to celebrate the resurrection of our Lord and Savior, Jesus! It is most definitely a celebration of the gift of life in Christ. A gift that gives us hope. Amazing that He would die for us. . . . . astounding that He rose again to offer eternal life to all who believe. Thank you Jesus!
Easter was late last year, we celebrated the end of April. We didn't know it then, but we only had one week left with Sara. We had just gotten back from spending spring break in Oregon, packing up Sara's things. Heidi spent the week there with us. Sara slept in a borrowed recliner in Brett & Kari's living room. Heidi slept on the living room floor that week, getting up with Sara throughout the night to take care of her pain meds. Kari and Wyatt drove home to Nevada with us, and then Sam and Kimberly came the day before Easter to spend the weekend. I think some of Sara's friends even came over on Saturday night to visit and play games. We all knew what was probably coming, and yet we didn't really believe it. Although none of us will ever feel like it was enough, God did bless all of us with good time with Sara. I am grateful.
Our last holiday with our daughter was Christmas, 2009. She had been fighting Melanoma since April. She was thin and tired. But throughout that month she was smiles, eating, visiting with friends, and I loved her so much. We were all together, she saw everyone in the family. Then three weeks later we lost her. She went peacefully, but your words sure reminded me of that time. HUGS
ReplyDeleteOurs was with Mom...St.Pattys Day...I had spend my week with Mom and my sisters both returned so we could all be there at one time also. Like you Noreen we all acted as if the end was not near, when it was. Even Mom asked me where did I get my sandals so she could buy a pair for summer. I will never forget when out was time for me to leave we looked into each others eyes deeply...hers so blue...so fearful...and she said I'm afraid I won't see you again. I could only say I know...me too. She left us 10 days later and I was not able to return before she passed.
ReplyDeleteOurs was with Mom...St.Pattys Day...I had spend my week with Mom and my sisters both returned so we could all be there at one time also. Like you Noreen we all acted as if the end was not near, when it was. Even Mom asked me where did I get my sandals so she could buy a pair for summer. I will never forget when out was time for me to leave we looked into each others eyes deeply...hers so blue...so fearful...and she said I'm afraid I won't see you again. I could only say I know...me too. She left us 10 days later and I was not able to return before she passed.
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