She loves Him… and I am not talking about the Easter Bunny. Although I was woken up at sunrise with a giddy little girl beaming about the eggs hidden all over the house.
But in this case I mean our Savior.
Yesterday we celebrated what would have been my Dad’s 55th birthday. As I carried a chocolate cake up three flights of stairs to my mom’s home with the words Families Are Forever scribbled on it with red frosting I felt such a warmth in my heart that I knew those words were true. I was also carrying Lola in my other arm, who is just as yummy as that chocolate frosting, and as I looked at her I knew even more that those words were true. I definitely put myself in a pickle carrying two precious things… save the cake or baby? haha Of course Lola would win.
Later that day, as we lite the candles I remember Avery asking me, “Why can’t Grandpa Kevin come down just for a little while? I don’t want to die to have to see him.” She was even crying when she added, “Is he going to hear us when we sing Happy Birthday?”
Happy Birthday Daddy!
On this beautiful Easter Sunday I am humbled to know that Jesus suffered and died for me and for you. The greatest act of love. Then three days later he rose triumphantly and was resurrected… overcoming death that we may live again. He did this for each us. Because of this my dad lives again and we too have that blessing… because of His great atonement we can return to our Heavenly Father. We couldn’t and can’t do it ourselves. Christ stands with open arms for us to come unto Him.
I feel my Savior’s love, the love he freely gives me.