Easter. A day of renewal.
Coming home from a Spring Break trip to our house. Without him.
Our house is noisy. Yet so very quiet.
I unload items. Like me, he always loved loading the motor home for a trip but hated unloading it when we returned.
That memory hits me. Hard.
Darkness does not like to leave us.
Eggs. A symbol of birth.
A symbol of hope?
After death we will be reborn. We will defeat death as Christ did.
Victory over death. Victory. Zack.
And whoever lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this? ~ John 11:26
The color of spring.
The color of flowers. Flowers blooming back into life after appearing to be dead all winter. Christ appeared to be dead. He came back to life and ascended into heaven.
“You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.” ~ Pablo Neruda
Coloring eggs. Telling the story of Easter.
Minus a brother.
His first Easter in heaven.
Sitting at the feet of Jesus.
Listening to Jesus telling the story of Easter.
The story of Hope.
He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay…~Matthew 28:6
May we all be blessed with hope on this Easter Sunday.