I sat in the pew with my husband, my father-in-law and my three beautiful children. Our church was decorated so beautifully, you couldn't miss the cheerful feeling. The choir sang joyous hymns, people were dressed with colors of Spring, and little girls wore their best Easter dresses.
All of a sudden it hit me. I can't pin point when it started, but it did. I cried. Tears of joy, tears of thanks. I could have kept crying but thought it best to try and collect myself for my tears may be misunderstood. My kids might wonder what was wrong as they are too young to understand tears of happiness. I don't even think my husband would have understood what was happening to me. Did I even understand fully? Maybe not right then, maybe not even now. Happily I still have the feeling and hope it won't ever leave me. In case it does this will be a reminder of how I feel today.
I am so thankful to that Jesus died on the cross for me, for all of my loved ones, for all believers. I am so happy for all the gifts he has given me. While sitting in church I looked at my husband and my children and thanked Him for allowing me to love them and be loved by them.
This is my Easter season, being thankful and enjoying my husband and our three beautiful babes.
We are so blessed.