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
You know what gives me hope? There are plants that grow in the absence of light, there are sea creatures that exist at depths no light can reach and from winter comes spring.
For the past few days our front tree has had buds on it but no blooms. Other trees in the development bloomed and blossomed but not ours. We’ve had beautiful bright sunny afternoons all week and I was sure I’d look out one afternoon and the tree would be full of cherry blossoms. But, alas it was not to be. And then, this morning I awoke to the first blooms of spring. After a dark damp night and foggy morning the tree finally blossomed. If that isn’t a metaphor for life nothing is.