I remember as a kid hearing from my pastor that he loved Easter š£ more than Christmas š as a kid I together was crazy! Who would pick hard boiled eggs over presents?????
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Since understanding loss and longing for heaven I appreciate this time so much differently than I did before. I understand the hardness of Saturday. The grief and death of Friday, but Sunday hasnāt come yet.
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I know Iām walking in a perpetual Saturday. Iām here doing the happy Easter things, but Iām also ready for the reunion that comes in heaven. No longer broken and separated from my child who doesnāt live in this chaotic home!
So many mixed emotions come with parenting a child on Earth and one in heaven. I know my kids get it when Iām off in my dream world and sad that Iām thinking about their brother. When weāve read the story of the cave, they already understand the sadness of Mary going there.
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Yāall Sunday is coming and I canāt wait. I canāt wait for the reunion that it will be when heaven and earth š meet!
