Beauty 365 … Stories of Love and Life for Everyday

Embarrassingly, I cried a lot on Day 24, Easter Sunday.

Admittedly, the older I get, the more easily I cry. I’m not sure if it’s supposed to work that way!?

I cried tears of joy.

The joy of celebrating Easter together. Had previous plans for Easter gone ahead, we would have been spread across the world - my husband and two sons gallivanting around Europe, me and two girls in Melbourne, our eldest son and daughter in Sydney. To have seven of the eight of us together was almost miraculous. The house was filled with a lot of laughter and music, and we did a lot of eating!

I also cried tears of sadness.

Sadness that our eldest daughter and her fiancé couldn’t join our celebrations. Sadness that I couldn’t see my parents, and sadness that they couldn’t see us. So sad to think of my dad in the locked down nursing home, no visitors to brighten his long days. I cried for all our friends, living alone, with no-where to go, no-one to talk to, no-one to eat with. And for all those suffering from the virus and dying alone.

Mostly I cried tears of gratitude.

Gratitude for my faith, which tells me through the resurrection that God loves us beyond measure, and that with God, nothing is impossible!

If tears really are our holy water, then Easter Sunday was a very holy day for me. I hope and pray that it was holy for you, and your families too.