On some days it feels that far too many have gone far too quickly and far too soon.
On some days my heart aches with longing just
to kiss a tiny cheek,
to hear a cherished laugh,
or fall into an unmistakably delicious hug.
But that's only on some days.
On all days I feel the promised peace,
and I rest in absolute JOY
and overwhelming gratitude
for the sure knowledge that
because of Jesus Christ,
one day I will hear the sweet echo
of these precious, sacred, triumphant words
whispered to me and mine:
"He is not here: for he is risen!"
Happy, Happy, Happy Easter!
