Luke: 24: 6-8
This morning didn't start the way
I planned. MY plans failed. My plans included an early morning at our Church's Sunrise Service followed by what would have been a wonderful time of fellowship and breakfast. My morning, though, was different. I failed to set my alarm correctly (I changed the time but not the day!) and we overslept. We overslept on Easter. I have to admit I cried when I realized it, as I so wanted to be with our church family. I cried for myself...not because of any other reason. I need my church family, a church family, more than ever. It has been a long while since I have felt I had a church family and I am desperate for that fellowship that is more than just people you sit with on a Sunday Morning. I wanted to stand in unison with fellow believers and celebrate our Jesus. But, I....overslept; something so simple
I can't remember missing an Easter Service in years. I can't remember not taking a beautiful family photo of us in our Easter finery and found myself mourning that silly small thing (which felt like a huge, jagged thing)...and then I heard...our Pastor, our faithful friend, who has been such an inspiration and support to my family for as long as we have known him is in surgery this morning. My tears became something different. In one moment God showed me that my plans where just that...
Our dear friend has been battling Stage 4 Colon Cancer (and all that entails) for 4+ years. Today is also his amazing wife's birthday. They were not at church with their children as usual either....but it wasn't from something silly like oversleeping. They were not there because they couldn't be there. They won't have the family pictures in the same way that are typical of this holiday either. I am not sure what the feelings I am feeling are. Today represents the greatest day in History and I want to celebrate...and my heart is breaking for my friends. It breaks not just for what they are facing right now but all they have faced so bravely and the amazing family they have become even through the many years of adversity. They have never given up on God or each other. I am honored to know them and have had their touch upon my life and the lives of my children. They are an example of strength that surpasses human understanding. Their family and their marriage is what we all hope for...though the journey they have had to travel is not what they envisioned and none of us would choose to walk. The path they have traveled has been so hard and they have held on....to God and each other. So, on this morning of celebration, I ask that you say a prayer for God's miraculous healing upon this man of God and that his beautiful wife will feel peace and have at least a little birthday joy today. The God I love, is great and He hears.