This is the kind of thing that my friends and I do. I’m not even kidding. We’re a riot, that’s for sure. This weekend? Oh, it was good. Friday was girls night, and we did silly things like the above photo. We also ate delicious gourmet pizza and danced the night away and had a photoshoot in front of the state capitol. Standard.
Saturday was a relaxing day at home with the hubby. I also mustered up the courage to read some of my mom’s journals, and boy was that hard. But it was also kind of therapeutic, and it calmed my soul a little. Or a lot, really. When I read her thoughts and her beautiful words and her testimony to our Father in heaven, oh boy. It’s like she’s here, with me, talking to me. It comforts me, knowing that she is with me, always, and she’s my angel, forever. I miss you, Mom.
Sunday was of course Easter, and we went to church. Now, it’s confession time: I hadn’t been to church since before Christmas. To be perfectly honest, I’ve been absolutely petrified to go. I read my bible and devotional at home, in the comfort of my bed, and I break down a lot just from that, and I just have been too scared to try to handle that in a group setting. But it was Easter, and I just kind of felt God gently nudging me to go. I mean, I haven’t ever missed an Easter church service, and I certainly wasn’t going to start that now, when I know my mom would want me to go the most. So, I went. With my sweet husband by my side, holding my hand the entire time, and my aunt, uncle and cousins all in the same row as us. And you know what? It was amazing. I felt God’s spirit the whole time, moving me more than ever before. And I didn’t cry, but my eyes definitely welled up with tears. And I didn’t sob, but my heart was full of joy, and of the promise of everlasting LIFE! And Mumsie was right there with me the whole time, worshipping like never before. I can’t describe it any better than that, although I wish I could. I wish I could paint a picture of just how beautiful that experience was. Just believe me when I say God is GOOD and He is working in each and every one of us- all we have to do is ask Him to. It’s that simple.
After church, Zack and I went home for a bit and watched some basketball (sad that the Gators lost! and omg that poor guy on Louisville… even though it meant Duke lost, I still am glad Lousville won, considering the injury. I didn’t see it, and apparently don’t want to according to Zack, so I wouldn’t recommend it) and then it was off to my grandpa’s for our first stop! We had the annual Easter egg hunt, ate some yummy food and had great fellowship. I love that family of mine, I do I do. And yes, there were goats. My grandpa lives on a farm, so you know. Goats happened. After my family, we went to Zack’s aunt’s house for more fellowship and more delicious food and OMG the best strawberry shortcake in the entire universe made by my beautiful momma-in-law. Seriously. I wish I could wrap it up in little boxes and mail a piece to each and every one of you because it’s just heaven on a plate. She’s kind of a master of desserts. And you can tell they’re always made with love. :)
Annnd that was my busy and amazing Easter weekend. Yes, I missed my mom pretty much every minute of the day, but when I thought of her I smiled knowing that is exactly what she would be doing. I hope your Easter was memorable and spent with loved ones and I hope you smiled lots, too.
p.s. Happy April Fool’s Day! I kind of forgot to play a trick on you in this post, but ummmm. I’m pregnant? ha ha jay kay April Fools.