Muses

Up before the sun.

Sunrise service.

This is my favorite service of the year.

But to be somewhere to see the sunrise means you have to wake up before the sun.

 

My children were not very happy with me.

So they pouted for a little bit.

 

 

Today I noticed not only the beauty of the surroundings but in the silence I noticed the birds.

The outdoors were alive with their incredible sound.

 

 

 

As the service ended, a friend asked,”Is it over? It was so peaceful.”

Maybe it’s just an age thing.

I mentioned to my daughter that Easter starts to mean a whole lot more the more that you’ve lived.

When you are young, life seems like it will last forever.

Age brings more miles in the rear view mirror and an eye on the horizon.

She didn’t get it.  How could she?

Only through traveling through peak and valleys — experiencing trials and triumphs — can we fully grasp the the depth and joy that comes from knowing

He lives.

 

 

           

           

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