It's a rainy Monday morning...
But yesterday, Easter, oh what a beautiful day it was! Both Saturday and Sunday were beautiful...just long enough to have many Easter Egg hunts, and throw a birthday party for my nephew.
I was watching James yesterday during his party and thinking about what it feels like to be 4 years old. You are still given a lot of grace because of your age, and yet, you're old enough to have fun. Real fun...building, throwing, running, digging, laughing kind of fun.
My brothers, husband, and son were in the back yard playing wiffle ball with James before the party officially started...what fun to watch these grown people bend and play with him and yell and holler and laugh when a ball was hit (sometimes over the fence).
You know, James has it made. His parents love and cherish him...they sacrifice for him...they hope and pray for him. They feed and clothe and discipline when needed. They love him unconditionally and eternally. And he knows it. That's what makes it special. There's a quiet confidence in his heart that his parents have lovingly and daily instilled in him.
Easter was wonderful. The building was full. So good to see people from days gone by. Our prayer always is that if they don't have a place to worship, they will feel at home with us. We want desperately to lead people to the foot of the cross...to find redemption...to shake off all of the old and live a new life in the grace of Jesus Christ. God was evident in all corners of the service yesterday. I'm so grateful that He is in charge.
But yesterday, Easter, oh what a beautiful day it was! Both Saturday and Sunday were beautiful...just long enough to have many Easter Egg hunts, and throw a birthday party for my nephew.
I was watching James yesterday during his party and thinking about what it feels like to be 4 years old. You are still given a lot of grace because of your age, and yet, you're old enough to have fun. Real fun...building, throwing, running, digging, laughing kind of fun.
My brothers, husband, and son were in the back yard playing wiffle ball with James before the party officially started...what fun to watch these grown people bend and play with him and yell and holler and laugh when a ball was hit (sometimes over the fence).
You know, James has it made. His parents love and cherish him...they sacrifice for him...they hope and pray for him. They feed and clothe and discipline when needed. They love him unconditionally and eternally. And he knows it. That's what makes it special. There's a quiet confidence in his heart that his parents have lovingly and daily instilled in him.
Easter was wonderful. The building was full. So good to see people from days gone by. Our prayer always is that if they don't have a place to worship, they will feel at home with us. We want desperately to lead people to the foot of the cross...to find redemption...to shake off all of the old and live a new life in the grace of Jesus Christ. God was evident in all corners of the service yesterday. I'm so grateful that He is in charge.
May you feel that quiet confidence in your heart today that your Father loves you unconditionally and eternally...because, like James, we have it made because of Jesus Christ.
1 comment:
Thank you for being so sweet to my boy. Susan and I were standing in the kitchen last night watching everybody silently for a few moments. We both said how blessed we were to have the family that we do. And what a lucky little boy James is.
He has been YELLING all day today. He is so excited to be playing with his new stuff. He loves his Spider-Man tent and has spent a lot of time ramming his Spider-Man go-cart into it...just screeching every time.
We are all blessed, aren't we?
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