This Easter obviously looks a lot different than most. For the first time in my life, I didn’t spend this joyous morning in my white tights at my home church fellowshipping with others.
Instead, I woke up alone. This morning was still and quiet. The Easter bunny didn’t show up for me, I was only accompanied by God’s presence.
For me, the past few days have been filled with tears, filled with pain, and filled with grief. On Good Friday, I truly and deeply mourned Christ’s death more than I ever have. I spent the afternoon sobbing as I pictured Jesus’ crucifixion and death. I didn’t really understand the gravity of the grave until I watched my own husband die slowly and painfully. I know death’s burden now.
My God experienced a horrendous death. Jesus’ body deteriorated. He ceased to breathe. His heart stopped beating. He died.
But, we all know that’s not the end of the story. On a morning similar to this one, Jesus rose up. Death could not hold him, for He is alive. Christ now lives.
This resurrection gives hope to all of us who place our trust in Him. I obviously think about how Christ died the death that was meant for me, but today I also have joy because I know that Christ’s death replaced Brady’s death as well.
Jesus lives today. But because of His sacrifice, my Brady also lives today. Brady lives in a different way than we do, and in a different way than he used to. But, he lives fully now, with no earthly limitations; he lives and dwells with our Father in heaven.
One day I will join him and my Father. Because of Christ’s death and resurrection, I know I will live forever in heaven with all of those who believe.
Happy Easter, my friends. I pray that you all find hope in Jesus, He is the only way to the marvelous eternal life.
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