Easter...

Two years ago, while Jay was in Iraq, Amy came to visit with Finn, Virginia, and a second trimester's worth of Isabelle.  I'd put together little baskets for the kids and had an Easter egg hunt in the front yard.  The sun couldn't have shined brighter or more hopeful--That Easter I found out I was pregnant with August. 

When peace like a river, attendeth my way,

When sorrows, like sea billows roll;

Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,

It is well, It is well, with my soul.

My sin, O the bliss of this glorious tho't,

My sin not in part but the whole

Is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more.

Praise the Lord, Praise the Lord,

Oh my soul! -H.G.Spafford

On this Easter, I am reminded that from the darkness comes light--from death comes life.