An attempt to declare the Glory of God for what He has chosen to do with our lives. A legacy to leave to my children in the telling of it.

Monday, April 1, 2013

Another Easter



Obviously, our plans are not God's plans. (Isaiah 55:8)

Our plans were to enjoy a big family Easter celebration at my sister's house. God's plans proved to be different. A wide spread cold bug rapidly blazed its way throughout their home and scared all the aunts, uncles and even grandma away lest we, too, get the phobie just when the sun is predicted to finally shine on our Wisconsin tundra. I try to look for the good in the alternative, often amused as I ponder the "other plans" that God brings us. No doubt He has a sense of humour, and no doubt He answers prayers.

After lamenting to that same sister about another holiday to get through without Trent, all the while knowing that I needed to be a mother for all my other little dumplings who are still here, she prayed a Traci prayer, suggested I eat my chocolate bunny plus Trent's, then petitioned God to give me "a sugar rush that lasts all week and has you giggling about all sorts of strange things!  Ha!"

God did not fail.

Easter morning began at our house with my serenading the sleepy children with the song "He Arose!" He arose, He arose, Hallelujah, Christ Arose! Which was followed by a very sincere, wise-cracking eight year old who must have mistook my lyrics since he replied "I don't have rolls. You have rolls!"

Giggles. About all sorts of strange things. Ha!

Watching videos of Easter songs at church, checking on a couple of very pregnant goats and an expecting momma bunny, then making a batch of soap for a customer filled my afternoon. Leftover T-bone steaks for supper with a grumpy card game followed by snuggling on the couch ended the night. It was reported throughout the day that there were a few missing chocolate Easter bunnies. If not the whole, at least their long ears had disappeared. All this joy, and yet the ache never leaves.

A few things I jotted down to keep myself sane:

Our satisfaction should always be sought in God- any other attempts to fulfill it here (feelings, people, material possessions, experiences, etc.) will fail. For the Christian, this is the time of suffering, as evidenced by Jesus' life. He was the example. But like Him, we should trust the Father as we walk this hard road and look to the joy beyond the cross, all the way to Heaven and eternity. Pain drives us to our knees, to the Christ who satisfies. So many other things used to satisfy, now they all pale in comparison.

God's timing is not our timing. To Him a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years like  a day. I content myself with knowing that not a single tear, or another long night or the ache of my heart will be without great glory that is yet to be revealed. Glory not even worth comparing to these trials. I force myself to embrace the reality of eternity, of Heaven, of this temporary life. I strive to work for the food that endures to eternal life.

I am weary in the battle. My mind feels numb, by body is on auto-pilot. Just where God wants me: weak so that He can be strong.

(Hebrews 12:2; Romans 8:18; Colossians 1:24; 1 Peter 1:3-9;2 Peter 3:8; John 6:27;2 Corinthians 12:10)

6 comments:

Dicky Bird said...

You don't have rolls...I was good this year, we didn't buy one piece of candy. My daughters and I are on weight watchers...we bought tea instead. :) We find peace in His Easter promise to us. We will leave this old body for an eternal one - some too soon. Blessings to you this week from Ringle.

Teresa said...

Blessings!

PolishMishka said...

Life is hard BUT God is ever faithful to surround us, protect us, and guide us ... I will pray for you, dear sister. :)
~Melissa of Churubusco, IN
(BUT absolutely L-O-V-E Wisconsin! We vacation at Lake Chetek every June)

Donna OShaughnessy said...

I thought of you and yours when my three grown sons (31,25 and 22) were here on the farm hiding eggs for their nieces and nephew (11, 8 and 5) Hugging the big boys tight and telling them thank you was a direct result of your blogging and your loss. I believe MANY of your followers hug their boys more because of all you have shared.

Donna OShaughnessy said...

I thought of you and yours this Easter when my big boys (31,25,22) were hiding eggs on our farm for their wee nieces and nephews. And when hugging them tight I realized how much MORE I hug my older boys because of all you have shared on your blog. Will always be grateful to you and Trent.

A Primitive Homestead said...

Prayers are with you & your family.Blessings Lara