Another Easter weekend has come and gone...a glorious time each year to celebrate the resurrection of our Lord and Savior Jesus!
I am stunned and in shock this morning, as our small community is reeling, shaken to the core by the sudden death of one of our dearest.
We started in September...I had wanted to do a children's Christmas musical at our church last year, but my health got in the way. So this was the year...14 of the sweetest, most talented children that you will ever meet just happen to attend our church, and they made their director (that's me in the back...the one with the crazy hair...guess I was a bit "harried" that day...) VERY PROUD!
Getting all nostalgic this week, I had to dig out this photo from a Christmas morning long past.
Christmas morning, 1967.
Being the nerd that I am, when I read that last night there would be an unusual convergence of Jupiter and Venus, I braved the mosquitoes to get a glimpse of the phenomenon and take a few photos.
But before I even made it past the pines to view the western sky, I saw the big, beautiful nearly-full moon shining down on me.
I am so proud of all four of my children. They all have a love for the Lord and a compassion for people, and each one is using his or her own gifts for God's Kingdom. What more could a mother ask for?!
But Kamaron has a special passion burning inside of him, a consuming passion to tell as many people about Jesus as he can. I so admire him for his boldness and I know God has mighty plans for his future.
Such big, beautiful skies over our Indiana fields this week!
I just had to stop and snap this shot of the heavenly drama late Monday afternoon.