Easter thoughts
Today is the day after palm Sunday.
We had church service lasts night and the message was about truly realizing what was done for us.
He talked about how life is eternal for people who believe. How we leave this earthly body and "into God's hands we commit our spirit". Luke 23;46.
"Into Gods hands" really got me. Pastor Ray painted this picture of God holding Jesus like a beloved sleeping child who felt safe and content.
When my mom passed away I had just gone home to nap. I don't know why I left the house. I was there the entire time and then, knowing she would pass soon, I went home and fell onto my bed completely exhausted. I got a call that she was about to pass and I drove to the house. She had been gone for three minutes when I got there. I walked over to her bed and I cheered. I cheered.
My family all looked at me like I was crazy. But in my eyes, I was the only one who had the right response to my mom's passing. Everyone stood there looking at her lying there as if it was this strange site. I knew she was gone from that body and into God's hands. In that moment I could see her with her mom and her grandmother hugging each other. I could see her at peace finally. I could see the celebration that was awaiting her and I couldn't be sad. So I cheered. Call me crazy. I don't care.
When I have a moment where it feels like the world is crashing down on me and I can't breathe, I have this image of being a small child and crawling onto the lap of God to hide in the folds of his robe. Curled up in that safe place and feeling incredibly loved as he peeks in to smile and pats my small back to reassure me.
When I was young I used to spend a lot of time with my Grandmother and Mom. My Grandmother wanted my mom to herself and would tell her that she spends too much time with me. Fortunately, I love my grandmother anyway. Lol. She was a very proper lady. She was a very Christian lady.
She didn't curse...although she did have one word she would say rarely, when aggravated. She would eat properly and clean up the table and floor at a restaurant if the twins were eating with us and throwing food all over. She dressed very properly. Her home was immaculate. She said a rosary every day for the loss of her son. She loved beautiful things and took pictures all the time.
When we would pick up her photos half of them were pictures of flowers. Lots and lots of pictures of flowers.
This is a photo my Grandmother took of me and Big Daddy's cat.
She won a first place ribbon for this photo.
I think sometimes, I have my grandmothers affinity for flowers. I can not keep a home like she did. Perfection is not my forte. By far. It makes me laugh just thinking about how imperfect my home is. I can't even think of one perfectly clean area of my home. She raked her carpet to get rid of footprints. Ha! That always cracks me up.
I have a special love for my GREAT grandmother even though I didn't know her. She was that same, flower loving, grandmothers mom. She had long hair that she kept in a bun. She had a German bible that she read all the time. I think maybe, she would have liked me. I live in her home.
This week is Easter week. I feel like life here on Earth is a classroom. We endure and learn a lot of stuff and learn that there is a type of peace, that you can't understand, when you are a believer.
Each morning I surrender my day to God. Each day works much better when I do so.
I ask him to take my thoughts, my words, my feelings, my deeds and guide them in the direction He wants them to go. Each day feels more at peace. Not perfect, but better than I could do on my own.
Jesus died so we could have a direct line to God. How amazing that we can actually talk to the Creator of the universe. How amazing that He knows my name.
Have a blessed Easter.
Hugs
Shannon
We had church service lasts night and the message was about truly realizing what was done for us.
He talked about how life is eternal for people who believe. How we leave this earthly body and "into God's hands we commit our spirit". Luke 23;46.
"Into Gods hands" really got me. Pastor Ray painted this picture of God holding Jesus like a beloved sleeping child who felt safe and content.
When my mom passed away I had just gone home to nap. I don't know why I left the house. I was there the entire time and then, knowing she would pass soon, I went home and fell onto my bed completely exhausted. I got a call that she was about to pass and I drove to the house. She had been gone for three minutes when I got there. I walked over to her bed and I cheered. I cheered.
My family all looked at me like I was crazy. But in my eyes, I was the only one who had the right response to my mom's passing. Everyone stood there looking at her lying there as if it was this strange site. I knew she was gone from that body and into God's hands. In that moment I could see her with her mom and her grandmother hugging each other. I could see her at peace finally. I could see the celebration that was awaiting her and I couldn't be sad. So I cheered. Call me crazy. I don't care.
When I have a moment where it feels like the world is crashing down on me and I can't breathe, I have this image of being a small child and crawling onto the lap of God to hide in the folds of his robe. Curled up in that safe place and feeling incredibly loved as he peeks in to smile and pats my small back to reassure me.
When I was young I used to spend a lot of time with my Grandmother and Mom. My Grandmother wanted my mom to herself and would tell her that she spends too much time with me. Fortunately, I love my grandmother anyway. Lol. She was a very proper lady. She was a very Christian lady.
She didn't curse...although she did have one word she would say rarely, when aggravated. She would eat properly and clean up the table and floor at a restaurant if the twins were eating with us and throwing food all over. She dressed very properly. Her home was immaculate. She said a rosary every day for the loss of her son. She loved beautiful things and took pictures all the time.
When we would pick up her photos half of them were pictures of flowers. Lots and lots of pictures of flowers.
I can hear her laugh. I don't know that she loved me as much as I loved her. I just thought she was precious with how she held herself and loved God. When she lost her mind, she was like a sweet doll....that had no idea who you were
She won a first place ribbon for this photo.
I think sometimes, I have my grandmothers affinity for flowers. I can not keep a home like she did. Perfection is not my forte. By far. It makes me laugh just thinking about how imperfect my home is. I can't even think of one perfectly clean area of my home. She raked her carpet to get rid of footprints. Ha! That always cracks me up.
I have a special love for my GREAT grandmother even though I didn't know her. She was that same, flower loving, grandmothers mom. She had long hair that she kept in a bun. She had a German bible that she read all the time. I think maybe, she would have liked me. I live in her home.
This week is Easter week. I feel like life here on Earth is a classroom. We endure and learn a lot of stuff and learn that there is a type of peace, that you can't understand, when you are a believer.
Each morning I surrender my day to God. Each day works much better when I do so.
I ask him to take my thoughts, my words, my feelings, my deeds and guide them in the direction He wants them to go. Each day feels more at peace. Not perfect, but better than I could do on my own.
Jesus died so we could have a direct line to God. How amazing that we can actually talk to the Creator of the universe. How amazing that He knows my name.
Have a blessed Easter.
Hugs
Shannon
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