We had a wonderful Easter weekend. Powerful and meaningful in so many ways. In my heart, things are changing. And that is as it should be. Easter should change us. It was a chilly day this year. Trying to photograph these two was rough. The end of the day. Dazed and confused. And silly. I love my silly girl. Our incredibly generous friends prepared an amazing meal and hosted us and all we had to do was show up and partake. Bliss. The kiddos were sent some gor-geous Easter attire from their Susu and Pops. I absolutely loved their outfits and plan for them to never take them off. Now the weekend has wrapped up, and I’m enjoying pondering all that the resurrection means.
I keep thinking about the disciples and how they must have felt seeing Jesus alive again. I imagine them feeling intense joy and fullness and wanting to just let Jesus’ presence wash over them again and again.
But they didn’t just sit and bask in Him for the rest of their days. In fact, Jesus had to leave them. He promised He would see them again, and He promised to return one day, but He had to leave. And as His departure approached He didn’t tell them to just hang tight til He got back. He didn’t tell them to keep each other company until His return. He told them to Go.
Go and take His light and His warmth to the world.
He is nudging me like never before. Pressing to take His light to the dark places. To take the healing power of the resurrection to the broken, lonely places. He invites us to be a part of His “making all things new.” And He gives us the Holy Spirit to do it.
I want to live into that power and that commission.
“I pray that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which he has called you, the riches of his glorious inheritance in his holy people, and his incomparably great power for us who believe. That power is the same as the mighty strength he exerted when He raised Christ from the dead…”