Easter 2025

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Our back garden in Yorkshire from the date I began writing the journal entries.

It's a quiet start to the day; I went to bed early last night after being on my feet for two hours at a protest at the Courthouse. While I slept eight hours thereabouts, if you hit the hay before eight thirty, that means rising before five the next morning.

Which is fine, smiley face inserted here. It feels a little incorrect to use more than that on Easter, not sure why. On my Ukrainian flag yesterday I had the names of Josiah Lawson and Freddie Gray. While Love Thy Neighbor and Remember flew off the flag, those names remained. My prayers for those family continue.

My husband just woke, I'll finish this later....

So.... I threw blankets in the washer, will change out the sheets. A gray start to our day, but sun is forecast for later. I typed out the first of a series of...journal entries or devotional entries or whatever will come of several months of entries written in 2002. I truly don't recall doing them, other than I have them in two UK notebooks, yet their purpose isn't for me to micromanage. Just type them out and see what happens.

A strange Easter, maybe mostly in my mind. Protests and government unrest right alongside the greatest gift the world was ever given. I'm far from family, not for the first time nor the last, yet something else tethers me to them, perhaps Christ's gift showers us in myriad ways that cannot be tallied or predicted. Which is part of the beauty of this at times painful and distressing existence; life is full of sorrows, heaped with joys! They mesh together in a manner that could barely resemble the agony and grace Jesus endured hanging on a cross to die.

He died to give us life. He suffered to bring us home to him. He rose to release us from bondage and separation and sin. I hope Josiah and Freddie are with Christ today, with my beloveds near. I pray for guidance for these twenty-three-year-old entries devoted to God's love for us. I want to plant marigold seeds later today, and while I'd LOVE to EPP, I might give my right shoulder a few more days, or at least one more day. It's shingle-achy, but no blisters appear. Again, life is a mystery.

And it's good. Despite the sorrows, life is indeed VERY GOOD!

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