We Couldn't Be Happier

This March day dawned unusual for the north.
The sun shining and showing off.
The blue sky resplendent in cerulean glory.
The puffy clouds, not to be outdone, joined the party too.
Lovely.
Beautiful.
Especially for March. 
Especially for Michigan.
And somewhere down deep, I choose to think 
especially for Levi.

This March day, sunshiny and brilliant,
has become my 5-year old's day of rebirth.
So many times recently he has stated his readiness.
Ready to follow Jesus.
Ready to live life with Him.
And during bible time today,
during this Holy Week,
he said again -
he's ready to pray "the special prayer".

This March day, 
during a week of holy remembrances,
becomes more holy for us.
Our flesh-son is now a spirit-brother.

This Wednesday of Holy Week,
the day before the Servant King bows low to wash feet, 
the day before bread and wine takes on new meaning,
the day before the garden agony, 
has become a day of rejoicing. 

Life has come from death.
Fruit birthed from divine sacrifice.
Blond hair bowed in surrender to Jesus.
My son reconciled to the Son.

This is why God sent Jesus.

It's just like God, 

when we least expect it,

to interrupt cloudy winter 
with bright sun. 


It's just like God, 
when we least expect it, 
to burgeon spring 
from soul's winter.




Good Friday will hold new sweetness.

Easter Sunday will be dearer.

For Levi's resurrection day has come a few days early.

And we couldn't be happier.

"What do I have to do to be saved, to really live?” 

“Put your entire trust in the Master Jesus. 

Then you’ll live as you were meant to live."

Acts 16:29-30a 

(The Message)