Easter Sunday is my favorite day of the year. I just love it! Growing up in Mexico we didn't do the Easter bunny, nor did we do candy or presents, we didn't get a 'Easter outfit'. I remember a few Easter egg hunts, but I had no idea that it was because of Easter... just that it was for fun!
Easter is just so much more, when I think about GOD the Father giving HIS ONLY son to die in the hands of horrible, disgusting people... His precious son, tortured willingly for you, for me. I can't describe with words how that makes me feel.
In Mexico, we get up at 4 in the morning and start climbing a mountain, Cerro Prieto. It's just so beautiful and it makes me feel so alive, alive in Christ. Last night I was talking to my mom and she told me they weren't going to climb the mountain this year. It literally brought me to tears. My parents have been living a nightmare. They are in the fire, they have been for a while now. They have made me so proud because they are still standing, full of integrity, showing the world how a child of God deals with the hardest of situations. But they are human and they do get tired.
This morning after we got back from the Sunrise service I had a message from my dad, he called me from the mountain! I thank God for His love and mercy and faithfulness. He has conquered even death. The battle has already been won, all that is left is to walk according to His will, in His love and strength. Living in HIM...
May God fill you this day with His LIFE and may His glory surround you...
