Indescribable

Indescribable Glorious Gift
Indescribable Glorious Gift

Easter is always a special time of year for me. It’s truly Indescribable. My spirit and heart is so full I can’t contain it. God has so richly blessed over the years. Meditating on God’s word and praying and just trying to practice His presence leading up to Easter is such a blessed thing to me. Jesus laid down His life before Easter in many ways, and although we say he laid down his life on the cross, He was continually laying down His life for us daily. Jesus’ whole life was about His ministry to us and His continued life everlasting when you look at his purpose and ministry in it’s entirety. I can try to absorb all of that, but I find myself full to overflowing when I really meditate on it all. Jesus truly gave us his all. He also accomplished it all for us. He conquered life here on earth among us, and then He conquered death for us.

There are many scripture of how Jesus won THE victory over death, and we need fear it no more. Here is one of my favorite passages from the Bible. First Corinthians 15:55-57 says, “O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting? For sin is the sting that results in death, and the law gives sin it’s power. But thank God! He gives us victory over sin a death through our Lord Jesus Christ.” A favorite of mine concerning grief is Romans 8:18, “I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us.” We will endure grief, hurt, and death of loved ones, but God has so much more for us in Heaven that there is no comparison.

Good Friday was when our middle daughter, Rachel, was born. She had already gone to Heaven, and now waits for us. God had already been very near to us throughout the whole journey of finding she had an extra number eighteen chromosome and all the grim outcomes that could be ahead of her and us. He was also very near to us the day we discovered Rachel had gone Home, and the day that she was born. She was beautiful, with dark hair, beautiful blue eyes, and with a cute sweet mouth. There was so much sadness and hurt in holding her and knowing we wouldn’t get to raise her, hear her first baby laughs, see her first steps, finally get a hair bow to stay in her hair, and lead her to Jesus. But then, she had bypassed all of life’s hurts, disappointments, and sadness to go straight to Heaven to be right with Jesus now. She is living whole in His presence. How could we begrudge her that? We didn’t actually begrudge her that, but we did miss her tremendously. Words can’t describe how much my arms would hurt to hold her sometimes; how my heart hurt to have her with me for a little while at least. God has definitely healed our hearts over time. There is no other way we could have survived such a thing.

At Easter I think a lot about my Jesus dying and coming back to life, and how that made it possible for Rachel to go straight to Him when her little body couldn’t survive quite nine months to be born. Instead she peacefully passed from her warm snug little world to the Heavenly home God had already prepared for her. One day I will get to go to Heaven myself and worship my Jesus, my Lord and Savior. I will lay my crown down at my King’s feet and worship Him for all I’m worth. Because He provided eternal life for me, I will finally get to hold my daughter, Rachel. I don’t know if she will still be a child or if she will be in the prime of adult life, but I will still get to hold her tight. I will enjoy the rest of my eternity there with my Jesus and all my Heavenly family, never being separated from them again. I’ll be able to kiss my sweet Mama on the cheek and hug her tight again. I’m looking forward to every bit of that. All of that will be indescribable, indeed!

Have a very blessed Easter, and I genuinely hope to meet you in Heaven one day if not before then.

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