Easter Saturday

Good morning Carter. I hope you are doing well. All is well here today. It's a beautiful day and I even got to work early this morning. Your big sister woke up early so I figured I would just come into work early and leave earlier too! Sounds like a good plan if you ask me!

There is some other really good news too that we got yesterday. Your Bumpa and Nana got an offer on their house and they'll close on it May 10th! I'm so happy for them. Your poor Nana has been pretty lonely up there all by herself so having her close to Bumpa and us will be much better. The two of them are going to look at houses on Friday. Hopefully they find one that they like!

Here's another pretty big thing that happened this morning. I was on my way to work listening to the radio and Max Lucado was on KLOVE talking about Easter. The djs asked Mr. Lucado if the Saturday between Good Friday and Easter was significant to the Easter season. Lucado's response totally opened my eyes!

Lucado said that Good Friday is significant because we recognize the death of Jesus on the cross which took away all of our sins. He went on to say that of course Easter Sunday is significant because that is the day the stone was rolled away from the tomb. That was the day death was defeated.

Then there's Saturday. And what happened on that day? Nothing. Nothing happened. The disciples had fled. Everyone was mourning the death of Jesus unaware of what would soon happen. They went through that day with no hope, no sense of the good that would come.

Mr. Lucado pointed out that most of us live in "Saturday". Most of us, including myself, know the tragedy of death and the supposed finality of that so we sit in our Saturday worlds mourning, oblivious to what Sunday will bring!

So, I realized that in losing you in this world I may be living in "Saturday" but I need to keep my heart and mind focused on the "Sunday" that is to come! I'm so grateful for that Carter! I look forward to the "Sunday" to come when everything will be right again, whenever that might be. The world will not always seem so gray. It will not always seem hopeless. It will not feel like there is a brick on my chest forever. There is hope!!!!!!!!

I wish you were here to celebrate Easter with us this year. I'll miss having you around to celebrate yet another holiday with, but I will also have a new perception of the deeper meaning of this weekend. I love you!