Happy Easter….or to those who don’t celebrate, Happy Last Day of March.
We have spent the weekend at my mother’s readying the house for our move. Bob painted the wall in the basement white to brighten it up. I cleaned and painted our future office a bright cheery yellow. And this morning, an Easter Miracle occurred where in I got my heathen husband to go to church.
This whole cancer ordeal has made me reevaluate my relationship with God. I grew up in the church, but God and I had a bit of a falling out when my oldest sister died of ovarian cancer in 1999. I felt abandoned and forsaken. But slowly, over the years, I repaired my relationship with religion.
But my cancer has really brought me closer to my church. And to God. I have had so many pray for me and it has made me feel more assured during this battle. Safer. Confident that my future is in His hands. No matter what the outcome.
I am happy to be able to get back to my home church. I tried different United Methodist churches in Maryland, but I have been raised as a traditional methodist. I don’t enjoy the Methodist churches that have become so evangelical. I don’t like TV screens and rock bands in church. I am more of a traditionalist. Being back in my home church makes me happy.
So, I feel reborn this Easter. I have come through the fire and lived to tell about it. And I am thankful for all He has given me.
Christ has risen. Christ has risen indeed.