A Crazy Red Head: Testimony

I think that because Dad's first birthday since he passed away is only six days away, this Easter Sunday was extra emotional for me. We had some great speakers during Sacrament Meeting. I was team teaching with SheRie and she asked everyone to share an experience about a time they received a Priesthood Blessing. Each one of the kids shared a great experience that I too had shared with my dad, I was bawling and tried to get out that I was too emotional to share, through the blubbering ~ quite embarrassing in front of 11 year olds... We drove up to Garland to celebrate Easter and FHE with Jeanette and Brad. They borrowed this little bunny for some great pictures, and it only hopped out of someones arms once or twice.

I love Springtime and watching so many things around us coming to life after a long dormant winter.

The pink and white popcorn blossoms on the trees, the green grass, the daffodils, the tulips, the yellow forsythia bushes.

The baby chicks, goats, sheep, cows and horses.

The entire season is a rebirth of everything around us

I am so grateful to know that when we die, we will all have the same opportunity to be reborn like Spring, to be resurrected and live with our Savior again, to live with our Heavenly Father again, and to live with our Earthly Family again. I'm not asking for it to come any time soon, but I can't wait to be reunited with Grandpa Thomson and Grandpa and Grandma Mac, to hug my sweet cousin Allison, to be with my Dad and Dayna again.

Chloe listened to the lesson in primary today and asked me why they were so mean to Jesus, why didn't they know who he was? Every time I hear the story of the last days of Christ, I feel like a little girl. It makes me cry to think of him beaten and betrayed and knowing what he must do, for us, because he loves us. I hate that they put a wreath of thorns upon his head, that they whipped him and spit at him. I worry about how much blood he had to shed in Gethsemane for me.