The Promise of Easter

In a blink, April has almost come and gone! It's Easter weekend. I LOVE Easter! I always have and in my teenage and early adult years that love has grown. I love all that it is! And today, as I attempted my first early morning workout (I am so so NOT a morning person...although I did used to be...before kids!) but in an effort to get it all in 24 hours, I got up and headed out. The first thing my ears hear was a rooster crow. In the cold thin air on this Good Friday morning, the rooster crowed. And I was instantly overwhelmed with emotion. We are all so undeserving of the salvation, mercy, and grace that Jesus gives us. Good Friday is a dark day, a sad day, when looked at in the stories of the Bible. Jesus suffered and died for even the likes of me. Me. I don't deserve it. I can't earn it. I can't even adequately thank Him. But He did it anyway. And even as sad as today is, there's the promise of Sunday. The promise of the stone rolled away. The promise of Resurrection. The promise of new life, for even me. Without Good Friday, there would be no Easter. He loves even me. And for this, I am so grateful. So thankful. So overwhelmed.