This has been one of the most beautiful Easter Sundays of my life. Sunrise hymns, blue skies, blue birds, fresh perspective, tasty benedict, laying the the grass with eyes closed and letting the sunlight make my eyelids glow, dancing to worship music with my mom, laughing with my family… I am alive, because He is alive. Incredible.
As much as I try, I simply can’t describe Jesus… or the magnitude of what He has done for me, in me, with me, or what He will do next. The grave is empty, the curtain is in tatters, and I will never be the same. This is the greatest day in history, oh joyous Easter.
“I saw the Lord always before me.
Because he is at my right hand,
I will not be shaken.
26 Therefore my heart is glad and my tongue rejoices;
my body also will live in hope,
27 because you will not abandon me to the grave,
nor will you let your Holy One see decay.
28 You have made known to me the paths of life;
you will fill me with joy in your presence.’