Joe, Dylan, and I just returned from an early morning hike around our park. Mourning doves “wooo–oooo-ed”, robins chortled, and cardinels “cheer-cheer-cheered” us along the path. A huge flock of snow geese (flying in a wavy line as opposed to the Canadas’ V formation) rejoiced overhead—focused northwest, in the direction of our northern home. He is risen!
The world darkens around us. Our nation has fallen from Grace due to a departure from God’s truth, as manifested in legalized baby murder and rampant immorality. But God’s creation testifies to His unchanging truth. Great is His faithfulness! Christ will return, perhaps very soon, bringing righteousness, peace, and justice to earth! He is risen!
I have a personal Easter story to share, from the pages of my 2009 journal. A year ago, we were living in our Northern Wisconsin home—settled there, loving life, and believing we’d be there “forever”. Yet there was an underlying sadness, as many of our family members—including a number of our great-grandchildren, all of whom had been born since we’d moved north—were 285 miles away in Southern Wisconsin.
At Easter last year, our daughter Debbie phoned and told us how she’d bought colorful little plastic wheelbarrows for each of the children and they were planning an Easter egg hunt in her yard. Something in me ached over hearing about this event which we were missing. Joe and I went south 3 times a year or so, but simply couldn’t be there for every occasion. Now it was Easter, and we were missing a special gathering of a whole new generation—our great-grandchildren.
In my April 14, 2009 journal page I wrote this prayer: “Easter was good, but I missed being with family. Lord, you know my desire to return home to the family. I love this place here, the woods and water. Joe and I have grown infinitely closer to each other from living in this quiet, remote spot. But since coming here, great blessings have occurred around our former home in Southern Wisconsin—great-grandchildren! Lord, I want to go home with my Joe—to Waukesha County!”
Weeks passed, and spring came to our northern land. Life was pleasant and good, and I enjoyed each day—having spelled out my Easter petition to the Lord. There is perfect peace in knowing He is in control.
God really does work in mysterious ways! On June 13, 2009 it became apparent that Joe would need to go to St. Luke’s in Milwaukee, for a heart procedure. In the next 2 weeks, he was hospitalized twice at St. Luke’s. Stents were inserted into clogged arteries. His cardiologist said, “If only you people lived around here, it would be good!”
The days around the 2009 summer solstice melted into a blur. Our daughter Debbie found a sweet condo on a Monday; the next day Joe and I looked at the condo and bought it. We returned to Northern Wisconsin at the end of June, geared to packing and moving. All of that history is recorded on the summer and fall entries, in this blog as well as on ”Grace with Salt”.
Here we are, looking forward to Resurrection Day 2010. Debbie has planned another Easter egg hunt. Since the life-changing events of last June, 2 more little people have joined our roll call of great-grandchildren—2 baby boys who are crawling all over the place, grabbing on to each other, grinning, and giggling.
Christ is risen!
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