Easter Blessings

Music sounds from the sanctuary in a big welcoming noise inviting all those who enter to praise God. Warm "hello"s and genuine "how are you"s escape the lips of everyone we pass. The sanctuary is filled to the brim with people in all walks of life. On stage, there's a black man with a silk shirt on playing his heart out on the sax. There's the skinny white kid with the guitar and the band tshirt. There's a middle aged lady swaying back and forth on her feet, hands held high, in complete awe of the Lord. There are people all around me who all have their own journey. Some found Christ when they were ten years old on their first youth trip with the church and others found Him when they realized cocaine was just not working for them anymore. Every Christian has a story. Here's mine:

In short, I'm a failure. But if you want to delve in deeper in my walk then I encourage you to read on.

I was "saved" when I was a little girl in church. I went to the Pastor's office, talked to him, and voila! I'm a Christian. No, that didn't really work for me. I believed in God. I believed that He sent His son to die for me, but at that point in my life it was still just a story. It was like a history lesson is to many young girls- it's accepted as true, but applicable? Nope.

I remember taking a trip to God's Mountain, a camp retreat nestled in the backwoods of Tennessee. It was there that I felt God truly speak to me, clearly for the first time in my life. I was a few years older at this point and the story of Jesus Christ began to sink in- I needed Him and he wanted me. What other King cares so deeply for his followers?

Since that day, I've fallen in and out of a close relationship with my Savior. Why is that? It goes back to what I was saying earlier. I'm a failure. I know I am because I see it every day. I fail to worship fully. I fail to share Christ with others. I set horrible examples. I forget how incredible His sacrifice was/is and I fail to let it immerse my whole lifestyle. I fail yet He forgives me each time. So as I walked into the church today with the man I was blessed enough to get to spend my entire life with and looked around at all of God's people, I was confused why someone wouldn't want to be a part of it. I've found something that will bring me through any obstacle I may be forced to overcome and I'll never be alone. Never. As a Christian, I'm humbled in the fact that God pardons me. Undeserving, little ole me.

As you may have guessed, I had a wonderful Easter holiday. I woke up to an Easter egg hunt/scavenger hunt game that my husband had designed for me to lead me to a surprise basket of many of my favorite things! Chocolate, jewelry, and kind words from my other half--What more could a girl ask for?

 

Drifter even got a tasty Prime Rib to enjoy today. Look at him patiently waiting to devour it. Such a good boy when there's motivation around!



Afterwards, we had coffee and bagels and settled in for a Skype date with my family back home. It sure felt good to see everyone. Cousins, grandparents, a church friend, my aunt, and my mom all crowded around the webcam to visit with Jordan and me. It was almost as if we were right there with them. Until, of course, they showed me that it was a gorgeous East Tennessee day and the pool was already open!

After our chat, we hustled out the door to attend church. Tonight we're going to cook dinner together and enjoy the rest of this long weekend. I just wanted to write and say how blessed I feel today-

Love,
Mrs. K