Is today. This is the first time in my life that I haven't been to church on Easter Sunday. I haven't always been with my family on Easter, but I've always been in church. Today Jesus had different plans. We encountered a dead battery last night when we landed in St. Louis. All of the people I knew where out of town. So as I sat on my hotel bed alternating between laughing and crying, I began mentally flipping through the people I knew. I landed on my summer job boss, Tim. But knew his son Caleb, who I'm sure would have helped was probably at home with his mom and dad. Somehow the connection to Tim made me think of Joe. Joe drives our truck from St. Louis to Eldorado every Wednesday during the summer. So I took a chance. I facebooked Joe. Within 2 minutes he had answered. Offering to come pick me up if I needed it. We decided that Sunday at 9 would work for him to come help us. A few hours and laughs later. Mel had a new battery and we were on the way.
My heart wanted to be in church. But Jesus is risen regardless of whether I'm in church or not. He's alive. He lives in me. So I celebrated this Easter. My 24th Easter was celebrated on the road. Away from my family. Away from church. But I'm ok with that.
He is alive. The same power that raised him from the grave lives in me. Everyday. He guides me. Not just on Easter. Every day. Happy happy Easter!!!
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