Soft easter bunnies for her to rub while she sucked her thumb and the easter eggs that Lynda loved to eat. Not just the chocolate ones but the real boiled eggs. I think of her on every holiday. No, I think of her every day whether a holiday or not but Easter...it just does something to me more than Christmas. I go into the stores and see the Easter displays and my heart is full of memories and longing. It reminds me of the little pink dress she wore when she was about seven and we tried and tried to get her to sit long enough for Olan Mills to snap a picture. Somehow there was one that she was gazing up like an angel and you would swear she posed for it. My mother and I can assure you she was not and we were amazed that the photographer got a shot. I attribute it strictly to divine intervention!
Now I think of Resurrection Sunday and Lynda alive in heaven with Jesus. Every song sung in the service today was more meaningful. Every scripture about Jesus's love for us to go to the cross hit home stronger than ever. I soaked up his love for me and for all of us who have surrendered our lives to him. We serve a risen savior and my Lynda is with him today and every day because of his love for her. Praise God for sending his only son to save us. Praise God that Lynda is perfect and without pain in heaven where the angels must have sung glorious praise to Jesus today maybe just a little louder that other days to celebrate Jesus' triumph over death. What of day of rejoicing it will be when we too join Jesus in heaven.
I miss you Lynda but I'm so thrilled you are in the best place ever with the one who loves you more than even I do. Happy Easter!
