Easter Morning

He is risen!
He is risen indeed!
Blessed be the Name of the Lord!

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Christ reveals Himself to me:

Sometimes he makes my heart thirst for Him, and I seek His face. These are the days that I long to know Him more, and I gain great satisfaction in reading scripture, praying, and singing songs of praise. These days just "appear", and I am grateful.

Sometimes in sorrow or pain, I turn to Him; He is always there. I come with fear or tears or uncertainty, and I leave knowing that He loves me, that He cares for me, that I can trust in Him, that I am His--no matter what happens.

Sometimes I come to Him because I am angry; I want revenge. He always humbles me and makes me see myself. I leave a little wiser, a little kinder.

Some days I see Him in others: the time my son worried that I was getting home late or when my daughter told me that she would pay for my tickets to the play as a gift; He comes to me through books, Christian radio, hugs from friends.

Some days I see Him in the rising of the moon, the setting of Orion, the flowering of the lilacs, the setting of the sun. He comes to me in beauty, and I am suddenly aware of my Creator--the one who reaches out to me in love.

Each time I find Him here, in my life, I experience the joy of His resurrection, the gratitude of forgiveness, the incredulity of His sacrifice--the reality that He has come here to forgive, love, and save me. That is the rebirth of my soul--daily, hourly; each time I lift my heart to Him--my soul is set free to worship Him.

My God and my King.
Jean