Easter

I awoke this morning to the knowledge that it was Easter Sunday. I woke up earlier than usual. I thanked the Lord for blessing me with another day.

My boys were resting and my dogs were ready to start their day. I went through my normal morning motions. I did do something different. I asked Alexa to play Today’s Christian Worship music.

I had not made that selection in a little while. The last time I did, I was overcome with emotion to the point that my son asked me if I was all right. I cried, but it was the tears that I regularly cry when we are in church. Those tears are okay.

I steadied myself for the music selection. I knew most of the songs and that made my heart proud. I found myself worshiping unashamed and it felt good.

Then. It happened. “I Can Only Imagine” by Mercy Me came on. The chorus traversed the air and made its way into my ears, then my mind, and finally my heart.

The lyrics took me back to the worst day of my son and husband’s life. I was gone. I was meeting with the Lord. I was aware that I was dying and there was a real possibility that I was going to leave the two men I loved most in the world.

The Lord granted me grace and sent me back to my boys. The Devine experience has changed my understanding of life and perception of the world forever.

The writer of that song still has to wonder what it would be like to meet Jesus. I believe that I did and my mind will never be moved. This is a second life, a new life for me. I only wish that others gave more value to theirs and honored Jesus by taking the best care of themselves that they can.

If I lead, it is by His example and what He has done in my life.