Last week, I went to church with my family in Dallas. They had this incredibly moving dramatization of the crucifixion that left me overwhelmed by the sacrifice Christ made on the cross so many years ago.
It got me thinking back to when we lost our first baby, and the way God used it to allow me to experience the full weight of His love for us.
I remember sitting on the couch one morning, doing my Quiet Time, and something I read really touched my heart. I don't even remember what it was, but I remember crying out to God in my desperation and then so clearly hearing Him say with such comfort and love,
"This pain and anguish that you feel over the loss of your child, I too felt when my Son died. I knew my heart would break, just the way yours is broken, and yet I still chose to allow Him to suffer, to die, for you. I love you that much, that even knowing how much it would hurt me, I let it happen all because I desired to be in relationship with you."
As I sat in church tonight for the Good Friday service, those words once again echoed in my mind, I couldn't help but feel so grateful that God had allowed me to experience that loss and heartache so that I could, in the end, experience the magnitude of his great love for me.
And then I looked up at my Dad, on his knees, healthy as can be, before the Lord, and all that we went through last year with his cancer, and I held our son, who came at the most unexpected and yet most perfect time and I just thought, "Wow, God is good. God is good. God is so, so, so good."
Easter has taken on different meanings and traditions over the years, and while I love dying eggs and putting together Easter baskets as much as anyone else, I pray that amidst the fun, we pause to reflect on the sacrifice that was made and rejoice in the gift of life that was given when God poured out His unconditional love that knows no bounds--even death--on us.
Have a happy and blessed Easter!