That God sent his son, Jesus, to live and die for me, because he loves me in ways that I will never understand. And that three days after his death the Christ rose from the grave, conquering death and living forever in and for me, the most horrid of sinners. I will never understand it, but every year I strive to accept it. To grieve for my sins and his sacrifice on Friday and rejoice and celebrate his victory and my freedom on Sunday.
For years I participated on stage as an actor and a dancer (just go with it) for my church's Easter celebration. Since becoming pregnant and becoming a mother, that part of me has had to be surrendered. Sometimes I miss it--I miss being a part of the party on stage. But sometimes it's nice to just sit back and receive. My favorite part is always the baptisms. I love baptisms, but I especially love them on Easter. I love watching people becoming new on the day that God made all things new. And I love watching their friends and family rejoice with them. I sob like a baby every time, before the first person even goes under. But today there was a fresh spring of tears as I watched young children publicly proclaim their faith, realizing that someday that will be my children. Someday I will hold Benjamin and Emma's hands as they sit in that pool. Somehow the hope of that moment completely eclipsed my own baptism. And for a brief moment I had a tiny glimpse of that love that impelled God to send his Son for me.
Thank you, Jesus. He is risen!
2 comments:
God Bless You, Shannon! He gave you special gifts (making babies and writing stories), and I love and appreciate all of it!
xoxoxo
Auntie Sue
Well said, and so so well written, my beautiful GrandDaughter! And, by the way, I can "just go with it" (love that!) really well, 'cause I was there watching you, well - most of the time! 'Course it began when you were 3 & 4 years old! God bless you and your awesome family, Swetheart. I love you, and thanks for gifting us with your words. They always reach deeply into our hearts.
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