This year, Easter has taken on new meaning. When we heard that Grace had Leukemia, we became vunerable in a way we'd never been before. Suddenly something that happens to "other people" was happening to us. Faced with the fact that our child has a potentially terminal illness, suddenly the concept of eternal families became so much sweeter. We know that our family is forever, and neither the bonds of death or wordly sorrow can destroy that. We know that because of our Savior Jesus Christ-and his marvelous sacrifice-we can live with our Heavenly Father again. It has been a comfort to know that nothing we have experienced, big or small, has escaped our Savior's notice. Not only does he care about our sorrows, he has borne them with and for us. In 2 Kings 20:5 it states, "I have seen thy tears: behold, I will heal thee." I read in a book recently a quote which reminds me that to be healed doesn't necessarily mean cured in the way we may ask for, which explains why sometimes hardship doesn't make sense. It said, "You can be cured without being healed, and you can be healed without being cured." Interestingly enough-this came from a person who'd lost a loved one to Cancer. So, after the long and dreary winter we watch the buds on the trees renew themselves, the flowers show promise of blossoming, and life continue on-good and bad. We look to the spring as our promise that after the dead of winter-there is life!
