Grounded

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Friday, April 3, 2015

Is It Really a Good Friday?

Good Friday. It’s a day that stirs a range of emotions within me. As I sit in silence reflecting on the Good Friday’s of my childhood I am flooded with memories. My heart is filled with sounds of singing – the really old hymns: At the Cross, The Old Rugged Cross, At Calvary and I tear up. Those childhood years, sitting beside my Omie in church were grounding moments; a comfort that has transcended time.


Those years, the ones before deciding if the message of the Gospel would be mine to accept, those years came with an abiding sense of belonging. The thought that someone would die for me, simply because I am me, brought me profound peace. For me…wow!


And now? Good Friday continues to be a sacred day. We no longer have the tradition of church, hymns, and snuggling into Omie’s shoulder during the sermon, but the impact of the day, of the event is within me.


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The tradition has changed, but the LOVE remains. #grandmalove



These words…


Then He’ll call me some day to my home far away

Where His glory forever I’ll share (from The Old Rugged Cross)


So I end this post with tears streaming down my face. Tears of sorrow giving way to tears of gratitude and hope. Hope in knowing that it’s not over!


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