I am not perfect. Not by a long shot. None of us are. Yet, God still gave us Easter and the promise of salvation. It is now Holy Week, only a few days until my favorite holiday. I find Easter incredibly powerful.
Spring, itself has a big impact every year on my life. It is hard holding depression at bay all winter, especially when it snows in March. I struggled this past week. I felt the heaviness of our family being in the house all the time, my head ached with annoyance, their need, and my need for their independence. I was CRANKY. I was CRACKED. But this weekend, the blue skies showed up, I went for a walk, I sat in the bay window and literally soaked up warm sun rays like a cat. I found the daffodils pushing up in the garden. I spent a day painting and playing. Everything feels new again. I admitted I was in need, that I couldn’t do it, and GRACE showed up in those cracks, oozed out like the mud of spring time.
That is what I love about Easter. No matter how many cracks I have, I can confess them to Jesus, because He already knows they are there. He fulfilled a plan that fills those cracks with an infinite amount of grace. He knew when He hung on that cross that I would sin, and yet He loves me anyway. And it is the same for each of us. If we look at the cracks as openings for His grace, and not as caverns we can fall into, it changes our whole perspective. We know we can hop those cracks and make to the other side, whole, intact, and loved completely. We just have to hop them holding Jesus’ hand.