I love Easter for as long as I can remember.
My mother was a music director so I remember many choir practices and sun rise services at the cemetary. I remember my cousin hiding our eggs over and over until she refused to hide them any more. I remember having chicken pox one year. Oh that year was fun. not.
I remember my senior year of high school and Easter was very sad. Very. Sad. I'll tell you why some time but not now. And the next several Easters were sad for me too. Then in 1993 about two weeks before Easter I had a beautiful little baby girl - that was a very happy Easter.
And I realized that I am writing in very choppy sentences... I can't help it - I'm a math teacher. But back to the story.
Back a few years ago, I began taking a journey during Lent. God took me on sometimes painful journeys, helping me to discover the woman He wants me to be. It has been eye-opening and healing. Sometimes I was in the wilderness, sometimes I was experiencing the dark night of the soul, sometimes it was heart-wrenching, but always it was meaningful. But the last two years, it has been something different. Something unexpected and wonderful. Something I have always longed for. I feel JOY.
Now if you know me, you know I can belly laugh. But you also know that I struggle with being joyful. This Easter I am joyful. The only pain I feel is in my face after all the singing today, but I knew that would happen. I have a deep, heart-lightening, resounding joy in God today.
Anyway, I wanted to share that. I hope you are having a blessed Easter. As for me... I'm working Calculus problems. :)