Raining Down~Love and Water :)

Oh this sweet rain!!! It's been raining...and I mean RAINING..complete with thunder, lightening, ominous colors and clouds, hail...for 2 days straight so far...and there's no sign of stopping. My personal favorite part of spring. I swear I fall asleep with a smile on my face while my window is wide open and the sounds of the drops hitting the pavement outside my humble apartment splash down and lull me to a deep, satisfying sleep. I love watching my kids splash in the impressively deep puddles that form the outside of the parking lot. I love after it all dries, the sun bursts out like an old flame, and the flowers and greenery seem to yawn and stretch before it telling us summer isn't to far beyond...but they're in no hurry for it, and neither am I.

Tomorrow is Easter. Easter. The day each year that I'm reminded of my purpose for breathing in and out each day. The day the word HOPE was derived from. The day my eyes stay moist because my mind is on my beloved who stanched the keys of hell away so that I can live on this earth and meet Him to live forever when this time is done. Easter. My favorite day of the year.

Like the sweet, delicious rain that fell on my skin today, and the precious reminder that there is One who loves me so much that He CHOSE to die for me...how could I be anything other...than

RESTORED!!!

Matthew 28:6 "He is not here, for He has risen, just as He said. Come, see the place where He was lying."

Spectacular

Wow. December seems like a lifetime ago. But really, a life can change in the span of a second, almost 4 months is incredible. Life is spectacular. Today anyway. I am constantly covered, cared for, loved! So what's not to be spectacular? My family is so sweet, my friends are precious, my God is good. So why can't the spectacular last, like the Utopia drug feens chase after. Ah...because I live on earth. Right. The fallen place. The purgatory suspended somewhere between heaven and hell.

Things have changed greatly. I'm alone for quite literally the first time in my life. I went from the protection and care of my mother straight into the arms of some man for the past 10 years. I didn't think I could do it on my own. I didn't know how strong and capable I am. I didn't know how strong this fiber was. I know now. And it's a hard lesson, but I'm enjoying the learning. I'm too old to not recognize a lesson when I see (or am in) one. It's just me and my kids. I'm now their earthly protection, their guide, their model to see that struggle happens, but so does sweet rest after it's done. My family and friends have been so amazing. It's odd, I've actually lost more of both after doing what they all wanted me do than when I was "in it"and they were trying to coax me out. Why is that I wonder? It makes little to no sense, but I have grieved their loss as an actual death, and now am watching the beauty emerging before me. There are also restored relationships, brand new ones. As glorious and as welcome as a spring day after a very very long, dark winter.

A friend's father passed away this morning. And he said the most remarkable thing, "Dad defiantly got the better end of the deal." He did indeed...he will forever know spectacular and these tired bones look forward to it.

BE RESTORED!!