Celebrating Jesus at Easter and Beyond

Victories, we all have them, but do we take time to celebrate? Lessons I learn while climbing a mountain.

I Need to Join a Gym

We made it to marker 3 without incidence. It wasn’t an easy climb, the steep path twisted and turned through trees whose roots protruded above ground while rocks acted as stepping/tripping stones. Pausing, we turned to look to the valley, but no view was to be seen as the trees blocked our line of sight; still, we appreciated how far we had come.

Onwards and upwards my grandson and I climbed, the higher we went the more rocky it became. I’m telling you I don’t remember the climb being so rocky, but then it had been twenty years since I last climbed Pinnacle Mountain. My out-of-condition thighs were starting to feel as wobbly as jelly, a few more rest stops were going to be needed before we would reach the summit. At each marker we celebrated our progress.

Standing in Awe

Somewhere between marker 6 and marker 7 I stopped to look back at hikers a few steps behind us. The were quicker at climbing than me and I wondered if I needed to let them pass. I wondered no more, when my eyes fell on a beautiful picturesque scene of tree covered rolling hills framing a calm lake in the valley below. Together, Nana and grandson stood in awe of God’s handiwork. I love how my 5 year old grandson appreciates the beauty of nature.

My fatigued legs finally reached marker 10E. Woohoo! We had arrived. We had reached our goal. We had conquered the mountain, and we sat there perched on the rocky crest with our birds eye view of the Arkansas River winding its way down towards the Mississippi. And we celebrated!

Easter Celebration, Not Just For Easter

Easter weekend, for those who know Jesus as their personal savior is a time of remembering and celebrating what Jesus accomplished on the cross and through His resurrection. Although Easter is a wonderful time in the church calendar, I am glad we are not restricted to one weekend a year to remember and celebrate His victory.

 

Because Jesus is victorious; we are victorious.

 

As we journey with Jesus through this thing called life may we take time out to pause and celebrate what He has done in our lives. Celebrate the small and the large steps forward. Celebrate even when we can’t see for the trees. Celebrate when a clearing appears and stand back and admire His handiwork of grace. Celebrate each victory, each hurdle overcome. Each lie renounced. Because Jesus is victorious; we are victorious. We don’t fight for a victory, we stand in victory with Jesus.

 

“Though he may stumble, he will not fall, for the Lord upholds him with his hand.” Psalm 37:24

 

I love how the Lord never leaves us but stays close by on this path we call life, how He holds our hand in smooth and rough terrain. We are His and His grip is secure.

I pray you have a wonderful Easter celebrating Jesus. Feel free to Brag on God in the comments and share a victory He has done in your life.

What is your favorite Easter candy? Mine is Cadbury Mini Eggs.

Helena

Looking to Jesus. Living in His radiance.

Photo Credit: Laura Vinck: Unsplash

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She Desired to be a Great-Grandmother

Photo Credit: Helena Davies

I live 4,269 miles away from my mother (I googled it). A large pond A.K.A the North Atlantic Ocean separates us, so jumping in the car and popping over to Mam’s house on a whimsy is out of the question. Trips to see mam and dad take planning, airplane tickets and time off work.

It has been 26 years since I last celebrated Mother’s Day in the flesh so to speak, with my mother. I’m not saying it has been 26 years since I last saw her, just that we have not shared that day in person for a long time. We talk on the telephone every Friday with extra calls on birthdays, Christmas and Mother’s Day. I know the day will come when I will miss those calls…assuming she passes on before I do.

Late August 2016 I had the pleasure of spending eight days on vacation with my mother, who was then 86 years old, on Jersey, a British island just off the coast of Normandy, France. We had a wonderful time sightseeing the island and learning its history. This was the first vacation we had gone on together in 39 years and one I will always cherish.

Time flies so quickly and is gone before we know it. My mother turns 88 in November (my father 91 in September). Her hair use to be golden, now it is a shimmering white. Her walk use to be fast, steady and sure, now she walks slow and careful with the aid of a walking stick. This woman, my mother is made of grit, she may have slowed down but it has not stopped her sense of adventure.

At age 83 she made the long and tiring journey on her own from Wales to Arkansas to see her two month old first great-grandchild. While here I remember her sharing with my Pastor’s wife her desire to see her first great-grandchild before she died and, now that was accomplished she was ready to go.

Summer Williams   Photography

Since then she has seen him at 15 months and 4 years. Not only did she see her great-grandson this April she also met his sister, her great-granddaughter for the first time when my daughter and family visited Wales.

Wherever we come in the order of family, great-grandmother, grandmother, mother or child it is good for us to take time for each other. To cultivate relationships, something my daughter is very intentional and good at. Family is a priority to her even though she has a full time job and other interests she still reaches out to all the generations in the family.

Honor your father and mother so that you’ll live a long time in the land that God, your God, is giving you”.       Exodus 20:12

Maybe physical distance separates you from your mother, maybe it is emotional distance. Find a way to reach out and bridge the gap this Mother’s Day. We are all getting older flying second by flying second, that is not only true for your mother but true for you also. Bridge the gap today.

Until next week

Helena

Looking to Jesus. Living in His Radiance.

What is the one thing that stands out to you about your mother? Share in the comments, look forward to reading about your mother.