The great gift of Easter is hope – Christian hope which makes us have that confidence in God, in his ultimate triumph, and in his goodness and love, which nothing can shake.
It’s a quiet Saturday night at Casa de Soapboxville and my thoughts have turned philosophical. For years I didn’t celebrate Easter. My dad had his first heart attack on Easter 2003. My grandmother died the Saturday before Holy Week in 2005. I foolishly decided to just ignore the day from then on. Sitting here now it occurs to me that Easter is a celebration of rebirth and resurrection and of second chances.
I’m so grateful for all my healing (rebirth & resurrection). I’m also very grateful for all my friends who’ve come back into my life (second chances). I love you all (friends & family) so very much. Thank you for your prayers and your love and your support. I needed it and it was and is very much appreciated.
If you have a dream you’ve let slide now is the time to again breathe life into it. If you’ve let a difference linger now is the time to either say you’re sorry or to forgive or maybe both. It’s time to let go of the past and all its sorrows. It’s spring, a time when all is new and green and anything is possible.
Happy Easter my lovelies!
~ Carol Anne