When I posted last, I was awaiting the birth of a new grandson. Now he is one month old and I'm sitting here wondering, "Where did the time go?" I
This last week has been such a nice week for me. I love Easter. I told my Sunday School class a few weeks ago not to miss Easter; meaning don't get so caught up with life you miss celebrating our Risen Lord. It is so easy to do that. When I look around and see so many people hurting, it is easy for my thoughts to focus on all the hurts of life that I miss seeing the One who came to heal our hurts and bring peace to our hearts.
This past week I was studying again about the two on the road to Emmanus. They were a sad dejected pair walking back to their home. They felt all was hopeless because their Savior was dead. Jesus joined them on their walk and they didn't even recognize Him. He went home to dinner with them and took the bread, gave thanks and broke it and then they knew - "It's Him, It's Him."
He reveals Himself to me again and again but sometimes I am so focused on the cares, concerns and worries of this world that I miss Him. I don't want to do that. Each day can be a celebration day when I remember He is alive and He is here.
