Blessed Season of Easter

This Easter Season brought the ususal.....

Pretty New Dresses


Coloring Eggs


Hunting Easter Eggs



But the two greatest joys of Easter for me were my Bible study and our passion play. Thanks to Terry for challenging friends to read through the gospels, one chapter each night from January until Easter. As we practiced our Easter music and drama, God spoke volumes to me through His word while I was reading.

One song this year became all the more special, "Only Believe." God had spoken to me with the verse, "Fear not, only believe," as we were making our decision to go to South Africa. Then, the first night of our complete passion play rehearsal, as we began singing that song, I felt the Spirit like never before during the play. This was not about other people who were to believe in Jesus for miracles. This was about me and the miracles God wanted to do in my life.

Below are some of those miracles.

This is my daddy. His story is amazing, such a God thing. My daddy never went to church, but was a moral man. He grew up with an over-bearing step-father, learning it was better to not be seen or heard. He was a good daddy, worked hard to be loving, though he never had a role model. He was quiet, though, and many of my friends never heard him say more than a few words.

Daddy met Jesus as his Savior when he was 53 years old. Now, he's a deacon in our church, the church treasurer, regularly visits the sick and widows, shares his testimony, and talks MORE than any of us ever knew he could. His part in the play was Simon of Cyrene. He started playing this part several years ago. Oh, the tears that flowed when my daddy picked up the cross that was meant for Jesus. Then, to hear his monologue, the same man who would take a zero in high school, rather than stand before the class and give a report. God is good!!


This is my mama. She took me to church when I was really young, but then fell away. She is now one of the most faithful. She's the best grandma to her grandchildren, and lots of other kids. There are many who call her Grandma.


This is Mrs. Ruby. She is not part of my biological family, but she is part of my spiritual family. I should dedicate a separate post to her someday. She and her family took me to church when I was a teenager, years before my family started coming. I am certain her faithfulness is part of my salvation story.


My sister, Bobbie, ever faithful in church, in choir, and the best Aunt Bobbie in the world. If you're ever in south Georgia, you really should hear her sing.


Whitney has a solo part in the music. She is such a compassionate daughter, who works hard to help out her mama.


This was the first year the boys had a part in the Passion Play. Brandon played a soldier and Caleb was one of the disciples. Brandon was the soldier who took Jesus from the cross. That scene always brings more tears to my eyes, but this year all the more.


On Easter Sunday, I saw all of my aunts and uncles and my grandmother. We also visited with Stan's family. What a blessing to spend time with extended family.

And Today:
Ellie received a good report from the doctor, continuing to heal well. And, the best part. Though it was raining, Ellie shouted as we got in the car in Tampa, "I have to go poo poo." So, back inside, running all the way, with Ellie in my arms. Yes, she made it. And now, she's gone to the potty for bm's for about 6 weeks.

God is indeed good!