It's not about the candy or the Bunny. It's not about the Eggs, the baskets or the Ham dinner.
But it is.
And One less basket leaves me weak.
There are so many little things that add up to shattered dreams and a broken way.
And I wonder.
What was it like in Heaven when Jesus returned?
God had sent his son that star lit night long, long ago.
Sent the babe to Bethlehem.
Isaiah 7:14
Therefore the Lord himself will give you a sign:
The virgin will conceive and give birth to a son, and will call him Immanuel.
The Savior of the world wrapped in love; destined to die.
For you. For me.
He knew what would befall his Son.
His one and only Son.
Still; He sent Him.
My sight was limited.
Unmarred with the knowledge of the future cut short.
But God.
He knew.
And He gave.
All the while aching for His Son.
All the while aching for His Son.
He didn't withhold.
What a gift.
What a gift.
We are so limited in our ability to see.
But our God. He can see it all.
I bet there was great rejoicing in heaven when Jesus returned.
And as we wait this side of eternity for His return; All of creation groans.
You see, we are all part of His Kingdom.
He longs for us all to be gathered.
The time is not yet fulfilled.
There is still work to be done.
Until then, we will remain in hope.
Hope for a day when the tears will be wiped away.
We wait in between Good Friday and the Resurrection.
God's wrath spent on One; deserved by all.
Grace poured out.
Holiness made perfect.
Acts 2:24
But God raised him from the dead, freeing him from the agony of death,
because it was impossible for death to keep its hold on him.
Death has been overcome.
The grave can not hold him.
The victory won.
Death WILL NOT have the final say.
I Corinthians 15:55-57
Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting?”
The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law.
But thanks be to God!
He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
There is sweet victory.
The story is not complete.
Jesus will return.
He is coming.
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