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Easter Sunday

(April 21, 2019)

WOW...
Life is different.
So many years of getting my 1950's (and my children's 1970s)..
"Frocks" ready.
Special dress, suit, shoes, hat, gloves (in my day).
All decked out to
'go to church'.
I've never liked that phrase "go to church".

It reduces the REAL element which SHOULD BE "Gathered together to worship",

but...I THINK we knew.

WE were celebrating the "ACTUAL-
DEATH/BURIAL/RESURRECTION"...ON that horrible cross..of our
CREATOR'S SON
( no words to describe)

2017:
My mama dyed eggs ..whether or not we were coming.

It was ...just what she did...even up unto to the year before she passed.
EASTER was CELEBRATED.
COLORED EGGS..hmmm??
I don't really know HOW she thought of it. I assume they were a sign of "RENEWAL"
I'm quite sure. ..she NEVER expressed to me that the "Easter BUNNY" would magically, in the night, bring an "Easter basket FILLED WITH GOODIES " for me.
Never!

But, we 'DID' EASTER'!

Today......is different.

My "babies" now have their own families. They live their lives in different ways.
AND I'm left to '"remember".

MAYBE that's the way it's MEANT to be.
The MAIN point?....

GOD..our..... CREATOR, sent His ONLY SON ....
to die a horrible death of anguish and pain....for ME. (annnnd YOU)
so WE can have an ETERNAL life
of NOTHING BUT GLORIOUS (which is NOT in our realm of thinking)
All we have to do is....
accept Him.

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Music playing: Sunday Will Never Be The Same
Spanky and Our Gang

Sunday Will Never Be The Same
(Lyrics)

I remember Sunday morning
I would meet him at the park
We'd walk together hand in hand
Till it was almost dark
Now I wake up Sunday morning
Walk along the lane to find
Nobody waiting for me
Sunday's just another day
Sunday will never be the same
(Sunday will never be the same)
I lost my baby's heart
I must be back again

Sunny afternoons that made me feel so warm inside
Have turned as cold and gray as ashes
As I feel the embers die
No longer can I walk these paths for they have changed
I must be home the sun is gone and I think it's gonna rain

(Sunday will never be the same)
I lost my baby's heart
I must be back again

I remember children
Feeding flocks of pigeons
I remember sunshine and you were mine

Sunday will never be the same
Sunday will never be the same
Sunday will never be the same

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No, Easter Sunday will NEVER be the same...but it WILL be better.
THAT DAY.

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