I’ve been living under a rock. Feeling the weight of the whole world and feeling tired and misshapen. I’ve been feeling my sins heavy, my flesh weak, my body hunched with the weight of my own failures. I’ve not been feeling like myself.
Or more precisely, I’ve been feeling too much like myself.
BUT. When that stone rolls? It rolls off of us too and we stand straighter. We are children of the resurrection. I grab His hand, jab my finger in the scar, wanting to be sure. I have a tendency to crawl back under the rock, to turn from the mirror and forget what triumph looks like. To fall back into old habits…they die ugly death too. To hunch to the weight of sin, is to not believe his scars. I want a back-bone straitened by the power of One. I’ve seen him do it. He can.
This story isn’t quite over I know. Sometimes this old world will chase you back under that stone. Sometimes you (or others) will try to chain you back down. The trumpets are blaring victory, but the enemy has not quite waved a flag.
But. Days ago we were sharing in the death, broken with the weight of the world. Today we share in His rising. Today, when voices whisper failure, or sinner, we choose to hear a louder voice that says “Crawl out from under that rock child, you don’t live there anymore. I don’t live there anymore. Follow me. WE are heading in the opposite direction from that dark place and heading into the clear light of day. Leaving that shroud of death in the dust. I will just keep asking you over and over, DO YOU LOVE ME? ”
We people of the resurrection? We keep shouting YES. And the rocks crumble in our path.
Standing in the power of resurrection and giving thanks for:
692) Overhearing my incredible niece explaining the role that the asthenosphere plays in earthquakes. So thankful for the community around my kids. THANK YOU CASE-OF….I mean KAY-ZA BEAR!
693) For a wedding that reminds me of Ecc 9:7-…a biblical mandate I find easy to live.
694) The adorable voices waking in a hotel room and whispering…”There is a chocolate on my bed! He found us here!’
695) Road trips.
696) Coming home early.
697) Puzzle day
698) Snow almost melted
699) Seeing ALL of my nieces and nephews the last five days!
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“I’ve been feeling my sins heavy, my flesh weak, my body hunched with the weight of my own failures. I’ve not been feeling like myself.
Or more precisely, I’ve been feeling too much like myself.
BUT. When that stone rolls? It rolls off of us too and we stand straighter. We are children of the resurrection.”
so thankful for that amazing truth… amazing grace!
blessed by these words today!
Thank you for this – I have been weighed down by tales of death, illness, sin, and my own fears all weekend. Now to remember I am a child of the resurrection.
Easter reminds us that all things in this world are temporal and that only one thing is necessary – that we love and follow Him. This hasn’t been easy for me but as you said, as soon as we set our gaze on Him, the rock that imprisons us simply crumbles and falls. May we always be Easter people!
this is good…wrote something similar just the other day about not rolling the rock back in front of the tomb…he is risen…and that is the world in which we live…nice write…
“We are children of the resurrection.” – – oh, darlin’ you better believe it. we are made for dancing, just like we’re made for pain. for laughter that replaces tears. let’s live here, in the resurrection. such a wonderful thought.
oh, we are those children of the resurrection. this is loveliness and truth. i’m reading a book now called Beauty Will Save The World, and it echoes these themes.
yes and yes and yes.
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“we are children of the resurrection”–so poignant and true. i’m reading a book that explores these themes and i think you’d like it too–Beauty Will Save The World.
love the wonder of your kids discovering the easter bunny makes hotel calls:)
Almost as if the weight of the world lifts from our shoulders when we really do realise, we are not and we have never truly been, alone. Lovely writing.
Truning from the mirror, forgetting what triumph looks like, not believing his scars. Oh my. I’m there too often. Thanks for this reminder of victory.
wow. “we are children of the resurrection.” hardly have i ever read such a triumphant line… love it friend. love you.
I’m with everyone else in quoting “we are children of the resurrection”. That line says it all.