Tomorrow is Easter Sunday. A celebration of life. There is no period at the end of a person's life on earth. More like a semicolon. There is more and it is good.

I lost my mother March 11th. I continue to mourn with my woulda, coulda and shoulda's. This morning at 6:30 a.m., my daughter and son-in-law lost his grandfather to cancer. I'm sure the whole family is dealing with their own list of woulda, coulda, shoulda's. Human nature causes us to focus on what we've lost. What we no longer have. Selfish, huh? Our loved ones experience a divine healing and we have a pity party because of what we don't have or don't have the opportunity to regain.

My mom is with Jesus. So is Jo and Richard's grandfather. Like the 23rd Psalm says, ".. and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord FOREVER!" Blow the party horns! Celebrate! It's because of what HE did on that cross that I can throw confetti and be happy. There's no period at the end of anyone's life on earth. There's a semicolon followed by a dot dot dot...


Before long the world will not see me anymore, but you will see me. Because I live, you also will live. On that day you will realize that I am in my Father, and you are in Me, and I am in you. John 14:19-20

A promise made. A promise kept.