Deborah, what an incredibly beautiful poem about all the emotions you experienced on Easter Sunday, and above all you celebrated the mystery of God’s love for us, the love that carries us through the pain and suffering we experience, the love that’s always eternally with us. As Dante says, “the Love that moves the sun and the other stars…”
Oh Vic, thank you. A total stream of conscious without stopping or changing. It comes from such a surreal deep place. Through a child it is something I want to touch all the time. The innocence, trust that we are loved by God, as you say, which carries us through so much pain and suffering. I absolutely love what you have said here and Dante! Brought tears to my eyes. I ask my littlest granddaughter, "do you know how much I love you?" and she answers, with her four year old sweetness, "more than the moon, stars, sun and back to earth. you love me." ox
Oh Deborah, you're very welcome! It's amazing what kind of stuff comes from the depths within us. The deeper we go, the closer we get to God/Source/Universal Mind. After all "The Kingdom of Heaven is within you" right? And what your granddaughter said? So lovely, so sweet...xoxo
The deeper we go — most definitely Vic. The more vulnerable right? It’s not easy - but the eternal and internal rewards are worth it. And that sweet and spicy little girl. Our youngest grandchild. I can’t believe it’s my last year watching her. I am taking in every moment. In the fall she will be in her first level of public school. Then it’s sneaking some dates in, as they naturally grow busier and busier. Life is such a blessing.
Nice Deb. The Covid thing revealed who abd where we were in our faith. His word is what works in us and makes us whole. We too have had our children stray and come back . Some still out there. And the grand babies are coming… so joyous Thanks for the good write
Thank you Donald. I know God used Covid for His good to reveal truth to those that were listening and watching. It was such a painful time and it really shook so many of us to the core. It also grew us more. We trusted that God had our family and it's truly a blessing to see it come back together over the last few years. They have their lives and opinions, and we have our life to cherish, as we age, and go forward in love. The grand-babies are everything. A gift we do not take for granted. It's all joy. Can't wait to see them tomorrow on Easter! God Bless and Happy Easter to you and your family. oxox
I sometimes get stuck on Friday, so that I often miss Sunday, sometimes for a week or two. On the way to town alone or when I'm driving a long distance and husband is sleeping, I pray that I will remember Friday because I know I have messed up so much but then I think I've had too much Friday. I want Sunday. I want to feel and see Sunday. i think that comes in bits and pieces.
This is such a beautifully precious piece & thank you for sharing. Even after all of this time since Easter, the words ring loud and clear and I'm better off for reading it. 💚
Oh this made my heart so happy to see today. Thank you Maurissa for taking the time to read it. I know how hard it is to keep up with all the writers here. I am so glad it touched you. There is nothing like the love a child has. We don't deserve children (or animals). It's so completely amazing to be around them. oxox
Just wow is right… so beautiful, Deb… straight from your heart as always! You’ve managed to weave the seventh day with family, God’s gifts and our children’s best gifts… grandkids! And weave it all together for the holiest day when we celebrate Jesus saving us and giving us life and love. Always the love 🩷💕You are amazing the way your words flow so perfectly!
Dear Joan, thank you for reading and for your beautiful comment. It means so much. If only we could all love like children. Hope you're having a good weekend. Sorry I am late in seeing this. oxox
Thank you so much Rainey 💜 There is a lot between the lines about "sons" and restoration. So much beauty in the unexpected. That God did that on Easter Sunday, to bring His son, and our son to this place, was beyond overwhelming. ox
I loved reading this just now! Beautiful and my spirits uplifted reading your words, and a little teary eyed too. So much here, Thank you for writing a special piece 🙏 🤗♥️
Thank you so much Charlotte. There is so much between the lines and I'm so moved you felt it in your heart. For the first time in a long time, (why I began writing my way out of grief), we felt a heavy hand of restoration. There is a lot here. Sending you my love always. ox
Joy and happiness are radiating from this post. I love the sweet red heart and the pews filled with happiness and loved ones. So beautiful and uplifting, thank you for this ode to joy ❤️
Oh Dear Jenn, thank you. I wrote, early on, the pain our family was going through. Our journey back began again a year and a half ago. I learned to accept the "glimpses" from God as I did my best to let Him lead me quietly. Sunday was so unexpected. So beautiful. Just watching the heart appear, the words, her little hand holding mine. Her sister on Papa's lap. I heard that song, "Love," on Joni's Travelogue and began to pour out how it felt on Sunday. I wasn't going to do anything but everything needed to come out. Sundays. yesss. Thank you again.
I truly hope you and your family are feeling much better now and that Easter was a good day for all. ox
I am glad you and yours are on the journey back from pain. I hope the bumps on the road are few and small and that it’s downhill all the way ☺️. So beautiful, I am truly thrilled for you.
Just my little one is fighting now, but she’s getting better, thank you so much. I wish many more beautiful Sundays to you ❤️
So Beautiful and true. Reading between the lines. I am hoping and praying it means what I hope you got Sunday. Love YOU my Beautiful Friend. May you always have love and joy of all your children and Grandchildren with you always.
Dear Friend, yes, you read well. So unexpected. So long since. I began to pour about it yesterday as it felt in the moment. In the hour we sat together. Thank you and love you too. I pray this joy everyday and take whatever "Sundays" God gives me/us. oxox
My turn for tears. This is so poetry. There’s always something special about a Sunday. It’s a feeling. You put words to something that’s really hard to do. Thank you so much Deborah 🙏❤️
Oh Jamie, shoot. Well touche' (big hug). There really is something about Sunday. I wrote early on about the pain in our family. What happened Sunday was part of a long journey to healing. I'd make you cry more, so I won't. I felt everything bottled up, smiling inside, weeping inside, tired from the years, and poured out on the keyboard, once I heard Joni Mitchell singing "Love." I sooo appreciate you reading it Jamie. Thank you for your kindness. oxox
Thank you so much Will. Sunday was so unexpected and beautiful to have our oldest son and family show up. I had no words for hours and yesterday I was listening to Joni Mitchell's Travelogue and heard "Love." I had to write how it all felt. It's often my method of writing. Through the music. Hope you're keeping well. ox
Deborah, what an incredibly beautiful poem about all the emotions you experienced on Easter Sunday, and above all you celebrated the mystery of God’s love for us, the love that carries us through the pain and suffering we experience, the love that’s always eternally with us. As Dante says, “the Love that moves the sun and the other stars…”
Oh Vic, thank you. A total stream of conscious without stopping or changing. It comes from such a surreal deep place. Through a child it is something I want to touch all the time. The innocence, trust that we are loved by God, as you say, which carries us through so much pain and suffering. I absolutely love what you have said here and Dante! Brought tears to my eyes. I ask my littlest granddaughter, "do you know how much I love you?" and she answers, with her four year old sweetness, "more than the moon, stars, sun and back to earth. you love me." ox
Oh Deborah, you're very welcome! It's amazing what kind of stuff comes from the depths within us. The deeper we go, the closer we get to God/Source/Universal Mind. After all "The Kingdom of Heaven is within you" right? And what your granddaughter said? So lovely, so sweet...xoxo
The deeper we go — most definitely Vic. The more vulnerable right? It’s not easy - but the eternal and internal rewards are worth it. And that sweet and spicy little girl. Our youngest grandchild. I can’t believe it’s my last year watching her. I am taking in every moment. In the fall she will be in her first level of public school. Then it’s sneaking some dates in, as they naturally grow busier and busier. Life is such a blessing.
Thank you for this. oxox
Yes, love showed up. Shut up
ha ha! Yessss :). Now get on with it!! Sunday always arrives. ox
Heartfelt and poignantly written, Deborah. A Beautiful poem.
Nice Deb. The Covid thing revealed who abd where we were in our faith. His word is what works in us and makes us whole. We too have had our children stray and come back . Some still out there. And the grand babies are coming… so joyous Thanks for the good write
Thank you Donald. I know God used Covid for His good to reveal truth to those that were listening and watching. It was such a painful time and it really shook so many of us to the core. It also grew us more. We trusted that God had our family and it's truly a blessing to see it come back together over the last few years. They have their lives and opinions, and we have our life to cherish, as we age, and go forward in love. The grand-babies are everything. A gift we do not take for granted. It's all joy. Can't wait to see them tomorrow on Easter! God Bless and Happy Easter to you and your family. oxox
I sometimes get stuck on Friday, so that I often miss Sunday, sometimes for a week or two. On the way to town alone or when I'm driving a long distance and husband is sleeping, I pray that I will remember Friday because I know I have messed up so much but then I think I've had too much Friday. I want Sunday. I want to feel and see Sunday. i think that comes in bits and pieces.
Yesss. Get us to Sunday. Even on Friday or Monday. I want Sunday. oxox
Every day !!
This is such a beautifully precious piece & thank you for sharing. Even after all of this time since Easter, the words ring loud and clear and I'm better off for reading it. 💚
Oh this made my heart so happy to see today. Thank you Maurissa for taking the time to read it. I know how hard it is to keep up with all the writers here. I am so glad it touched you. There is nothing like the love a child has. We don't deserve children (or animals). It's so completely amazing to be around them. oxox
Just wow is right… so beautiful, Deb… straight from your heart as always! You’ve managed to weave the seventh day with family, God’s gifts and our children’s best gifts… grandkids! And weave it all together for the holiest day when we celebrate Jesus saving us and giving us life and love. Always the love 🩷💕You are amazing the way your words flow so perfectly!
Dear Joan, thank you for reading and for your beautiful comment. It means so much. If only we could all love like children. Hope you're having a good weekend. Sorry I am late in seeing this. oxox
A special Sunday to remember and warm your heart.
It will forever be in my heart mom. I know you carry it in yours. I love you. ox
Just… W💜W!!
Thank you so very much Marilyn 💜✨
You really captured the beauty and love of Easter Sunday.
Thank you so much Rainey 💜 There is a lot between the lines about "sons" and restoration. So much beauty in the unexpected. That God did that on Easter Sunday, to bring His son, and our son to this place, was beyond overwhelming. ox
Beautiful Deborah 🙏🍀
Thank you so much Patrick 😘🙏🏻 ox
I loved reading this just now! Beautiful and my spirits uplifted reading your words, and a little teary eyed too. So much here, Thank you for writing a special piece 🙏 🤗♥️
Thank you so much Charlotte. There is so much between the lines and I'm so moved you felt it in your heart. For the first time in a long time, (why I began writing my way out of grief), we felt a heavy hand of restoration. There is a lot here. Sending you my love always. ox
Joy and happiness are radiating from this post. I love the sweet red heart and the pews filled with happiness and loved ones. So beautiful and uplifting, thank you for this ode to joy ❤️
Oh Dear Jenn, thank you. I wrote, early on, the pain our family was going through. Our journey back began again a year and a half ago. I learned to accept the "glimpses" from God as I did my best to let Him lead me quietly. Sunday was so unexpected. So beautiful. Just watching the heart appear, the words, her little hand holding mine. Her sister on Papa's lap. I heard that song, "Love," on Joni's Travelogue and began to pour out how it felt on Sunday. I wasn't going to do anything but everything needed to come out. Sundays. yesss. Thank you again.
I truly hope you and your family are feeling much better now and that Easter was a good day for all. ox
I am glad you and yours are on the journey back from pain. I hope the bumps on the road are few and small and that it’s downhill all the way ☺️. So beautiful, I am truly thrilled for you.
Just my little one is fighting now, but she’s getting better, thank you so much. I wish many more beautiful Sundays to you ❤️
So Beautiful and true. Reading between the lines. I am hoping and praying it means what I hope you got Sunday. Love YOU my Beautiful Friend. May you always have love and joy of all your children and Grandchildren with you always.
Dear Friend, yes, you read well. So unexpected. So long since. I began to pour about it yesterday as it felt in the moment. In the hour we sat together. Thank you and love you too. I pray this joy everyday and take whatever "Sundays" God gives me/us. oxox
My turn for tears. This is so poetry. There’s always something special about a Sunday. It’s a feeling. You put words to something that’s really hard to do. Thank you so much Deborah 🙏❤️
Oh Jamie, shoot. Well touche' (big hug). There really is something about Sunday. I wrote early on about the pain in our family. What happened Sunday was part of a long journey to healing. I'd make you cry more, so I won't. I felt everything bottled up, smiling inside, weeping inside, tired from the years, and poured out on the keyboard, once I heard Joni Mitchell singing "Love." I sooo appreciate you reading it Jamie. Thank you for your kindness. oxox
Beautiful. I particularly love: "We Will our minds to never truly understand the concept of what Sunday, means."
Thank you so much Will. Sunday was so unexpected and beautiful to have our oldest son and family show up. I had no words for hours and yesterday I was listening to Joni Mitchell's Travelogue and heard "Love." I had to write how it all felt. It's often my method of writing. Through the music. Hope you're keeping well. ox
It’s always divine when the whole family comes together. Glad you had some family time!
It is. I'm still smiling. Thank you Will :)