Found her laying in the sun. ⠀
And in an instant all that I had just read sitting on my porch with a cup of coffee- marveling at the rising of Jesus and asking Him to reveal the implications of his breath after death, to take me past the obvious ramifications and into the day-to-day minute-by-minute ways that those steps out of His-grave matter for mine-it all came into clear and real and flesh-wrapped-around view.⠀
The second His eyes opened in that tomb, it became possible for mine to be opened. The moment He gasped and life came flooding back into His body the path cleared for life to flood back into mine. His steps out of death declared that death had no hold on me.⠀
His ashes turned beauty, His fullness leaving a tomb empty, His conquering the thing that no one had ever conquered… not just death but sin…all declared that orphan hearts had a Father. A Father that risked it all to claim them as His own.⠀
I am living among two living-breathing-empty tombs. Where death once reigned for these unknown ones now restored life screams the reality that His resurrection changes everything.⠀
The impossible becomes possible.⠀
All because of Jesus I was pulled out of my pit, brought back to life and my girls were firmly placed in the family of God, named and known. Their death conquered.
Darkness gone and now they, we, can bask in His light.
The implications matter. Death giving way to life can be seen anywhere He has been. It is His fingerprint. Life left on everything He touches.⠀ ⠀
Take a closer look today.
What is alive in you that apart from that heavy rock being moved would still be hidden in death?⠀
