I wasn't ready for Easter. We got back from Florida just days Before the Day. I wasn't able to send cards to my Grandkids or decorate our house. I was dragging, both physically and Emotionally. But nothing could upend that first Easter, not the flogging, not the Thorns, not the nails, not the Massive stone. When God gave the order, Jesus Burst out of the tomb, out of His Cocoon. And now, on Resurrection morning I'm Finally ready. I'm dressed in my ancient Easter suit, delighted to find it Still fits. I'm ready to worship, to lift my Hands in praise and sing till my Voice cracks. I'm ready to bow at the feet of my Savior who sacrificed His life for Mine. I'm ready to shout, "He's alive!" I'm ready for Easter. |