Skip to main content

Living Hope

Spring has arrived here in Kentucky.  Vibrant green fields are sprinkled with wildflowers in brilliant shades of purple.  I'm told they're weeds, but it doesn't detract from their beauty.  Meanwhile, the trees are budding with with the stunning pastels of dogwoods, cherry blossoms, and red buds.  Even the maples and oaks are starting to show signs of life with tiny sprouts of foliage. Accentuating this scene yesterday was the sapphire sky and an early sunset that cast a harmonious golden hue over the landscape on my drive home. It was the most perfect scene for a Palm Sunday. 
Except when I looked at it, I was reminded that the original Palm Sunday of Holy Week also seemed perfect with people lining the streets shouting "Hosanna," and proclaiming Jesus as their King.  Then came the last supper, the betrayal, the weeping in the garden, the suffering, the darkness, and the death.

The week between Palm Sunday and Easter was one of waiting, and hurting.  What started as an incredible high ended in a gut wrenching low.  There was betrayal and heartbreak.  There was pain and uncertainty.  There was fear.  There were tears and shattered dreams.  Things we are too familiar with on this side of eternity.  

So many people enter Holy Week facing uncertain circumstances.  Waiting for the diagnosis, the job offer, the financial opportunity to come through.  Waiting for healing, and mended dreams.  Waiting for restoration and the unspoken prayer request to be answered.  So much waiting.  So much uncertainty, and yet so much hope.

Hope because Sunday is coming.  Hope because the grave is empty.  Hope because our Savior is alive.  He has conquered death.  He has overcome the grave.  He is our living, breathing, miracle-performing Savior.  The power that raised him from the dead is alive and active and pierces through the darkness to change our circumstances, bring us comfort, and offer us peace the surpasses all understanding. 

Just like the first Holy Week there's much uncertainty ahead.  So many lives will look completely different next week.  There will be highs and lows.  Laughter and pain.  Joy and sorrow.  But no matter what lies ahead, we can face it with hope and certainty because IT. IS. FINISHED and Jesus is Lord.  

"He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death, or mourning or crying or pain for the old order has passed away.  He who was seated on the throne, said 'I am making everything new!" - Revelation 21: 4-5

May that be our strength, our hope, our joy, and our battle cry as we wait to meet him face to face! 


Popular posts from this blog

A New Decade

Happy 2020, everyone!  I know I'm a month and a half behind, but ya'll, January was brutal!  Not brutal in a tragic kind of way but in a "life will wear you out" kind of way. It started off with the flu...times three!  Eric, Ellie and I had Flu B and missed the first week back to school and work.  Then Eli was diagnosed with Flu A two weeks later.  Thankfully, my in-laws stepped in to help so that we didn't have to miss any more time at work. On top of the sickness, we listed our house for sale. The work it takes getting ready for market is just crazy. But we also have people coming in and out of our home at all hours and it's just kinda overwhelming. Plus, we are finalizing everything with the builder. In full transparency, working with the builder has been the easiest part! Maybe I'll do a little update on the whole building process later this week.  Now that the dust has settled on 2020, I'm going to try my very hardest to keep this litt

Mother's Day Memories

I hope everyone had a wonderful Mother's Day.  I want to start by saying that my heart and prayers go out to the "Mommies in Waiting" and to those who are missing their Momma on this special day.  You are not forgotten. We started Mother's Day at church with our crew, and we were lucky enough to be in the nursery.  We let Eli tag along, and he helped facility "Derby Races" around the table while the kids were on riding toys.  It was a hoot!  We also made cards for the mommies. We had some leftovers at home for lunch and then I spent some time laying out while Eric worked on the pool.  It was almost 90 degrees and the perfect way to relax on my special day! Eric made me a shrimp boil for dinner, and we took a family trip to Dairy Queen.  They also have presents coming later this week for me.  Basically, they are awesome!

Hit Me With Your Best Shot

Have I ever told you that Eli loves sports?  Ha!  I look back at him with baseballs and basketballs at 18 months old ,and it blows my mind that he's still so interested.   The thing is, he doesn't discriminate.  Baseball, basketball, football, name it, we play it! Not only do we play sports all day, we also have to watch certain videos on Youtube.   We watch "Boys of Fall," while wearing a football helmet. We watch Alabama's "Cheap Seats,"  John Fogerty's"Centerfield," and Kenny Rogers,  "The Greatest" while holding a bat, carrying a ball, and wearing a batting helmet. And now, thanks to Space Jam, we have to listen to the movie sound track while shooting hoops!  That's a blast from the past! He hasn't found a song about soccer or golf...YET! And with all that playing, who has time to run inside for a potty break?  Not this boy! I never thought