Easter service was certainly more emotional for me this year. Worship music has been so difficult for me to sing these past months. Not necessarily because I am angery with God or not able to praise him, but because it puts me in such a vulnerable, emotional state. I feel each word so much more deeply than I have before as well as hear each word with such a different perspective.
Singing during service was amazing and pain filled as I of course reflected on Jeremiah. Is he an angel? Is he praising Jesus in person as the songs say. Is HE ONE of those angels we are singing about, today? (I know; I know; read my Bible! Ha!) Whether or not he is an angel, he has to be witnessing something so amazing and glorious. My mind is at a loss.
Then, I reflect on the amazing fact that our God allowed his son to die for us. I now have sons. I, too, have lost a son. No, I'm not comparing God's loss to mine, but it is a different perspective for me this year. My pain. His pain. What an amazing love our God has for us.
And, of course, these thoughts of Jeremiah's first Easter being so amazing and glory filled, make me become selfish and wish I was having a first Easter with him, myself. Missing him. Loving him.
Later that day, we celebrated Easter in the usual fashion: The Robbins, The Johnsons, The Shantas, and The Cecils all at our house. Here are several pics or should I say attempts at family pics! Unfortunately I don't have any pics of the group.
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| Mom's usual rice krispy bunny cake. Everyone is always too afraid to chop up the bunny! :o) |
