He has risen indeed, Alleluia!
The greeting of Christians for centuries is nearly always the first words of my heart Easter morning.
This year, we got up in the dark and hurried off back down long country roads to the hills where we greeted the rising sun with the birds, the trees and the green grass. The world always feel so alive on Easter morning. The weather, for as many Easters as I can remember, no matter where I lived has been mild and sunny. Creation is joyful.
My heart sings. The promise of new life, perpetual. I am filled with hope.
As Easter day carried forward, my pensive heart shifted to a ready heart. Ready to greet my children home from their trip to Michigan. Ready to greet my new baby at his birth. Ready to lead my company. Ready to inspire the world to love.
Through the prompting of the Holy Spirit, a plan has been hatching in my mind about how to reorganize my life around the call to mother and nurture. I see opportunities to give both Ulrich and myself more rest and renewal to keep from getting burned out. I see opportunities to work and to mother and allow these roles to co-exist.
Of course, I don't expect life to follow my plan. But in the glory of this Easter morning, my savior offers me the promise of a lighter yolk. Allowing my heart to continually be molded by his gentle Spirit offers the promise of gentle waters and green pastures.
The tomb is empty. God prevails. In faith, we find new life.
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