I’ve been thinking a lot over the past few days. About my faith, about my son, and also about how much our lives have changed in the last few months. I wonder if Caleb feels safe? Does he feel loved? Does he know that he is precious? I hope as I try my best to provide those things that he is beginning to grasp them. I think he knows I love him and I can feel he loves me back. What a magnificent feeling.
I had a conversation this time last week with a precious friend who said she felt like God was taking her through a lenten season and we talked about the blessed day of resurrection, the once and for all day where Jesus claimed us as his own. Bought with a price. Forever and ever we are loved. Forever and ever we are redeemed. We ARE His beloved. This friend also shared that they are waiting for the Easter day to come in their own journey. The more I thought about that conversation the more I realized that in my own life I’ve spent a great deal of time waiting for my Easter day. For the day when I’m made whole and complete. The day when I’m restored and the day when my sentences get periods. Endings.
But then I realized. . .Easter Sunday was just the beginning. It wasn’t the end at all, though it was an integral part, there is much much more to this story, this Restoration of us, of humanity, of the Earth. There is still much, much more to be done. The bride is still preparing and the bride groom still patiently waiting. Though through all the waiting, He is still loving her. He is still gently whispering in the wind, “Come to me. I’m waiting for you. I love you.”
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