“Rejoice in our confident hope. Be patient in trouble, and keep on praying.” Romans 12:12 NLT
It’s amazing what can bring ponder to our past.
Recently, I pulled some photo albums off of my dusty shelf.
Perhaps, I was craving comfort in some sort of consistency.
Or, maybe I was just missing the normal that was.
I remember that girl.
I remember the dress and the hat and the gloves.
I remember the chocolate bunny that greeted me from my wicker Easter basket.
I especially remember celebrating Jesus.
Our small church was poppin’ with people. Unfamiliar faces packed the pews.
Old women wore pinned-on flowers as young ones sat squished next to their parents instead of their friends.
Heaven seemed closer that day.
Closer than close.
People praising together as one in God’s brick house.
Some for an hour, others for a lifetime.
Hymnals opened to stories about life and death and love.
Worthy is the Lamb.
Love dripping divine.
Love that loved us all.
Love that still does.
On a long ago Easter Sunday when all God’s people said “Amen”.
On an Easter Sunday in the middle of a virus.
Our Hope is unstoppable.
“But I will keep on hoping for your help; I will praise you more and more.” Psalm 71:14 NLT
Easter baskets filled with everyday questions.
Oh, how we crave the candy called routine.
Will we go back to work?
Is it safe to get groceries?
When can we love on our family and friends in person?
Is it always gonna be this way?
Hopeless has no place where Holy resides.
Our Hope is more.
Our Hope is there.
“In the waiting, in the searching
In the healing and the hurting,
Like a blessing buried in the broken pieces
Every minute, every moment,
Where I’ve been or where I’m going,
Even when I didn’t know it or couldn’t see it.
There was Jesus.” (There Was Jesus/Zach Williams/Dolly Parton)
Our Hope is unwavering.
“Let us hold tightly without wavering to the hope we affirm, for God can be trusted to keep his promise.” Hebrews 10:23 NLT
This Easter is going to look different, y’all.
But, the grave will still be empty.
In a season stained with wonder, His resurrection is still the reason.
Hello, Hallelujah Hope.
Shine salvation on us.
Let’s raise our hands in kitchens, on couches, and in cars.
Let’s praise Him in jammies and jeans and Easter bonnets.
Go tell it on the mountain, beloved.
Our chains are gone.
We’ve been set free.
Sing glory glory Hallelujah.
We are free, indeed. XOXO
(Take a listen to Phil Wickham’s “Living Hope”. Easter hope and love to you, friend! XOXO)
Spread your joy,