Thoughts For Easter

When my son died, it was so important for people to speak his name. To incorporate his life, in our day to day lives. The way he died, is tragic to me. He died, so I could live. I don't know any greater gift, than the gift of life. 

God gave His son. 

His name is JESUS. 

He died, so we could live. FOREVER. 

When people just simply forget my son, it makes me angry. Just because he is gone, why does that make it okay to not speak his name? Why do people continue on with their lives, living as if  every day is not a gift. We are not promised a tomorrow. We are not promised next hour.

I truly cannot even come close to imagining, how hurt God must be over His creation. A creation that was made out of glorious love. A creation that was saved with the life of His son. He allowed His son to be nailed to a cross. To die alone. Completely forsaken. Can you even imagine for one moment, putting your child somewhere alone, and let them suffer for hours, as they die? Wondering where their mommy or daddy is. 

God did this for you and for me.

Jesus did this for you and for me.

He knew what he was doing. He did it out of love. The same love that was used when God made His creation.

I cannot and will not, go through the holiday's, or even day to day life, and not think about my son. His name is Isaiah. He died, so I could live.

I cannot and will not, go through day to day life, and not think about God's son. His name is Jesus. He died, so you could live!

As Easter approaches, I think about Jesus. Not some fluffy happy bunny.