He is Risen!

 

"He is risen! He is risen!

He hath opened heaven's gate.
We are free from sin's dark prison,
Risen to a holier state.
And a brighter Easter beam
On our longing eyes shall stream."

My heart has been so full this week.  I have been praying for miracles.  So many I love have been struggling, I have been struggling.  There have been some very real, and very hard things we have struggled through as a family, and as individuals.  

I've been praying so hard for those I love who are struggling, For Adam, and Reagan. I pray constantly for my Wyatt Boy, and I've been praying for myself.

I felt discouraged earlier in the week, and felt like my miracle would not come.  I wonder if that is a bit of what Mary felt as she went to the tomb to attend to Christ's body, discouraged, overwhelmed, sad.  And when she got there, thinking he had been moved, she did not know what to do, so she cried.  I imagine her faith might have wavered a bit in that moment, as she poured her heart out to God, wondering why she did not have her miracle after all her suffering.  And then, as Christ spoke to her, and she realized who he was, that he had indeed Risen, and her miracle came.  I felt that way this week.  Discouraged, overwhelmed, and sad.  Wondering when and if my miracle that I have prayed, and begged for would ever come.  Then in a tender moment, as tears filled my eyes, as I spoke to my sweet girl, about the miracle that is Christ's birth, life, and the miracle of his Resurrection, as I explained to her, that when she hurts, he hurts, and that he knows.  As I told her about praying for peace, and help when she is sad, or worried, and that it will always come.  It was then as I choked back tears as I told her that he died for her, so that she would never be alone, even when she felt so very alone, and that he died so that she could live again with us, and Heavenly Father, my miracle came.  

It did not come as I prayed, or as I had planned.  But what came, was exactly what I needed.  My heart was filled was love, and understanding for God's love for me.  I was reminded that even when I feel so very alone, I am not.  There is One that knows. There is One, that has taken that pain, and has stood by my side weeping with me as I have hurt.  There is One that knows the pain of my sweet boy, and comforts him when I cannot.  And there is a Father in Heaven, that knows just what I am feeling as I watch my baby suffer.  He weeps with me, and he knows how broken my heart is.  And He will heal me.  He will heal Wyatt. I know it won't be today, and it won't be tomorrow.  It will take time, and it may be a hard trial forever, but with his stripes I am healed.

On this Easter Sunday, when that very first Easter Miracle occurred, my heart is full of gratitude for a all knowing and loving Father who sent his perfect Son to die for ME.  For my Boy, my sweet girl, and my love.  He allowed his perfect son, to suffer, and bleed, and finally die for me.  And then, as promised, when three days had past, He rose again, and through that miracle, bound us to him forever.  

My heart is full.