Easter

Easter means more to me this year than ever before. Friday night was one of those hard nights where I couldn’t stop crying and the weight felt unbearable. In those moments I usually scream out “God please take this pain away. This can’t be real. Please tell me this isn’t real.” Grief comes in waves and the anticipatory grief is too hard for me to explain right now or even understand. It had dawned on me that this would probably be our last big holiday with our Liam. That thought broke me and I didn’t want it to be true. That day was supposed to be Good Friday, although, I realized nothing about that day was “good.” Jesus understood my heart ache all too well. He endured more pain than we could ever imagine, BUT hope and joy would come because of his perfect love. Death was not the end. Because my savior lives, my baby boy gets to live too. The best love story there ever was and ever will be. The ultimate sacrifice. The greatest gift I could ever ask for. As Liam’s mama, this means a million more holidays. Sadly, there will be more I have to miss until we meet again in eternity. Yes, it still hurts. There is so much pain and loss, but praise God the story doesn’t end there. In Christ alone, my hope is found.

1 Peter 1:3 “Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead.”

If you are hurting right now too, I pray that you know and have peace that your story doesn’t end here. Hope will come. There may be some bad fridays before then… sadly I have too many right now, but the ending is wonderful and worth the fight. Jesus paid the ultimate sacrifice for you.

#liamstrong