Redemption Reigns
Yes, I think so. If it didn't, I might want to crawl under the covers and go back to sleep for say, the next forty years of my life. The Easter season holds powerful lessons for me. Many, many moons ago, my father entered the gates of heaven, unexpectedly in the middle of a Sunday afternoon. It was about three weeks before Easter. Nine years ago, Max, my creative, funny, and often poetic first born joined us in this earthly life. It was about two weeks before Easter. Seven years ago (three weeks early), Briggs, my strong and so lovable youngest son was born, and it was about a week before Easter. And then six years ago, my sweet first husband--Brian--was diagnosed with terminal cancer in the rainy days of March. It was about three weeks before Easter. This time of year. It is often a tornado of emotions and feelings and joys and sorrows and blessings. And promises. And I don't mean I-promise-to-buy-you-an-ice-cream-if-you-clean-your-room kind of promise. More l