I am sure you are expecting today's post to be filled with all the fun details of our Easter weekend and tons of pictures. That will come (as soon as I can sort through the hundreds of pics!) but first I have something I want/need to share. Our Easter weekend was somewhat different than normal. I have to be reminded quite often that my plans are not always His plans.
I had everything all together for the girls-their dresses, matching bows, new shoes. I had A a new shirt and tie to wear with his new suit. I had looked for something for myself and never found anything so it was my agenda Saturday morning to go shopping and hopefully find me something. However, the events of the day made that much less important to me. At 7 am my phone rang which was my indication that something was going on. It was my sister Rhonda telling me that my mama had fallen during the night and had broken both the tibia and fibula and that she had been transported to Montgomery and they were waiting on the surgeon. Within a couple of hours she was in surgery having a rod placed in her leg. Once they got in they discovered there was some significant damage to the ankle as well so they placed pins and screws in that area. Mother has osteoporosis so broken bones are nothing new for her but up until this point she has not had a fall that would cause such significant damage. What I would be wearing on Sunday suddenly meant nothing to me. It was easy for me to pull something out of the closet and not worry about how many times I had worn it before. It did coordinate with the rest of my crew because I am still me. Mother came through the surgery fine but she has a long long road of recovery ahead of her and she is not doing well at all right now. There are other medical conditions that are weighing against her in recovery. Her other leg is the one that she has had so many problems with because of charcot foot which is related to diabetes so her having to depend solely on that foot is not a good thing. We are uncertain as to how long she will be in the hospital and what will happen from there. Our family appreciates your continued prayers.
So, what I was going to wear on Sunday suddenly meant nothing to me. It was easy for me to pull something out of the closet and not worry about how many times I had worn it before. It did coordinate with the rest of my crew because I am still me but my focus had changed. I was not really in to all the fun traditional things we do as a family but I went through the motions. The perfect pictures on Easter morning were not as important. I did still do all those things and as I said before I am still me and I do think those things are good because they are our families memories but they just were not as important. I kept thinking on Saturday that I just was not in the mood to celebrate Easter. It is times like this that are the hardest to be away from family. Holidays are hard without any additional factors but I have a really tough time when I can't do my part. I feel for my dad and my sisters who are doing it all and who have so much more to do. I felt bad that I was with my kids on Easter and my sisters were not. I felt bad that they couldn't have an Easter meal together. I just want to be with them. However, because I am not there and can't be "doing" I have to rely that much more on the Lord. So Saturday as I pondered over and over how I didn't even want to celebrate Easter the Lord really used this time to change my focus. My focus was on Him. I prayed a lot and of course I would think why I am here and not there and I was reminded over and over that I am here and not there because this is where God has me for now. Family and friends were calling to check on everything and I was reminded how blessed we are to have that and to have so many people praying. I say all of this to get to the point that God was my focus and not all the other things that we do at Easter. I could not help but focus on God sending His Son to die for us and that is where my hope is. No matter how hard this is for my mom, or my family, or me we know WHO is in control. I realized that I was in the mindset to celebrate the true meaning of Easter.
Will I continue to do all the other events surrounding Easter-yes, will we all still match on Easter-probably so, and will I take a million pictures to document it all-YES but I am thankful that God used this time to humble me and force me to focus on what Easter is really about. Yes, I have always known what it is all about and yes I have always celebrated that, but it was never as REAL to me as yesterday.
Yesterday our choir recited the words to the chorus of my favorite hymn. I really wanted to stand up and sing it. Although, since Sallie was born I have never been able to sing it without crying. This song took on a whole new meaning to me after I faced the biggest trial I have ever been through. God's timing was of course perfect for me to be reminded of these words. Oh how I love these words and oh how true they are-everyday!
God sent His son, they called Him, Jesus;He came to love, heal and forgive;He lived and died to buy my pardon,An empty grave is there to prove my Savior lives!
Because He lives, I can face tomorrow,Because He lives, all fear is gone;Because I know He holds the future,And life is worth the living,Just because He lives!
How sweet to hold a newborn baby,And feel the pride and joy he gives;But greater still the calm assurance:This child can face uncertain days because He Lives!
Because He lives, I can face tomorrow,Because He lives, all fear is gone;Because I know He holds the future,And life is worth the living,Just because He lives!
And then one day, I'll cross the river,I'll fight life's final war with pain;And then, as death gives way to vict'ry,I'll see the lights of glory and I'll know He lives!
Because He lives, I can face tomorrow,Because He lives, all fear is gone;Because I know He holds the future,And life is worth the living,Just because He lives!