It seems that this blog has turned quite personal. The necklaces have taken a backseat to the meanderings of my mind and musings on my insignificant life. It was only a matter of time before the rubber met the road……and with Good Friday and Easter upon us, there could be no other blog post but this……I have hinted, but never stated. I have insinuated, but never proclaimed…..and here it is: I am a Christian who could not let Good Friday and Easter pass without telling you, who have become dear to me, that the crucified savior means everything to me. So, before you click away, let’s just talk……
I have written and re-written this paragraph and I can’t seem to get it out. You see, I don’t want what is overflowing from my heart to be reduced to cliche, or stereoteype. I’m baffled that I am able to write silly little stories about necklaces, fictional party tee shirts and nasty tweeters without so much as a moment’s hesitation, and yet, I am unable to write with any clarity or impact what my heart is so full of that at times it feels like it may burst. The thing that is at the core of all that i am and do. The thing that has made me be able to handle the anger, depression, grief, insecurity, and mourning that would otherwise overwhelm my life. Why can’t I get the right words out?
I can’t get it out because, in black and white it feels cheapened. I wish you could look deep into my heart, as tears flow from my eyes, and SEE all that Good Friday and Easter have meant in my life. I wish you could watch one of those movie flashback reels of my life and see the paths I have traveled, the pain I have known (so much of it self-inflicted) ……and SEE how knowing Jesus has changed EVERYTHING. But you can’t…….and I can’t seem to find any words right now to convey to you my overwhelming, unfathomable thankfulness, love and joy as I reflect on Jesus’ death and resurrection. So, it will have to suffice, for now, just to tell you that it is there.
For me, this weekend is a reflection on and celebration of my Savior, without whom I would not be alive.
What does Easter weekend mean to you? A time for family, the Easter bunny and egg hunts? Baskets full of chocolates? (oh, I like these too) Or is it one of those weekends you see as another way for Hallmark to sell stuff? (also sad, but true) I would love to hear what you will be about on Easter weekend…….
Thanks so much for stopping by, I hope, hope, hope you’ll come by again……..