It was a day to celebrate the sweet defeat of death by my Jesus. A day to celebrate with family & remember the reason for Easter.
A day where my husband sacrificed an entire day of sleep to attend church & spend the day with family.
A day where the sun was shining & I had the most handsome little boy on the whole planet.
A day to get to appreciate just so much how I am glad that Zeke has such a loving, caring great-grandmother. (I admire that woman.)
A day to spend some time with my favorite father. O wait...I suppose he's my only father.
|Extreme squishy face hug|
I'm finding myself in a content phase of life while I'm also finding myself in this constantly busy phase of life as well. It's an odd combination; mostly I feel so enthused, so in-the-right-place-, so at home with the things in my life, ready to tackle life head on but somedays I feel so behind, anxious, and unable. You know though....it comes with life. I must remember that no matter how I feel, as long as I appreciate each day that I am given, I'm on the right track. I'm not going to be a perfect (or even almost perfect) follower of Christ, parent, wife, sister, friend etc.
A perfect thought for the past Easter weekend because God knew I would never be perfect, he knew my flaws would be vast, he knew I could never love him enough and still yet he sent his Son to die for me so I could be more, hope more, and have a reason to strive to be more.I couldn't be more thankful.