I just spent the last four nights of my life worshipping the King in ways that would have embarrassed the old me. I have shed countless tears. Happy ones, sad ones, humble ones, and hopeful ones.
And I am happy. Oh, so happy. Overjoyed at the thought of eternal life and reunions to come. Mystified and humbled that God would want me. Grateful that my family (well, almost all of the immediate – still living – ones) are under my roof tonight, tucked in and sleeping.
And I’m still awake, trying to find the words to express what’s in my heart. It’s so personal, so intimate and raw, and yet it’s bursting out of me and I have not been able to stop thinking about it.
All I can say is thank you, Lord, for loving me. For the blessings you have heaped upon me. Thank you.
My sister and nieces arrived late last night, and will be here most of this week. I might not post much, but know it isn’t for lack of anything to say. It’s because I’ll be cramming in lots of time with them, all while trying to come up with new ways to embarrass my too-cool 15-year-old niece. I love having my family here. I love being able to share Easter with them and my husband and kids, and I really loved worshipping at church and then at the Casting Crowns concert last night. There is so much to tell, but it will have to wait.
Until then, have a blessed Easter. Remember how very much you are loved!