Christ is risen! He is risen indeed!
What a weekend! We've been in our new home for one week. My parents came over from the mainland for four nights, and all the children came up from Victoria for Friday night. The house hummed with activity and I like to think it enjoyed all the life lived in it. I know I did.
There was some of this -
some of this, especially on Friday when fierce winds and rain battered the Island and made settling down with a good book the best choice
a morning of yardwork on Saturday
and even a little painting of what we call the "snowboard room" - painted a violent yellow and blue with tons of decals and stickers on the walls. It's now a soft yellow and hopefully will become my sewing/craft room, after we get some shelves built so I can unpack my boxes.
Today, Easter Sunday, is much quieter. The children left last night after our Easter dinner of ham, (with both raisin sauce and sweet mustard sauce options) scalloped potatoes, etc.
One of the very worst parts of moving is finding a new place to worship. It's something I dread. I put on my bravery boots this morning and we went to a new church. I found myself comparing it to our wonderful church in Victoria and it fell far short. I'm going to have to accept that things will be different here, and stop the comparisons. Each church has something to offer, each town has its pluses and minuses.
Tomorrow, my parents leave but Tim has the day off. I'm sure we'll be puttering around the house and maybe the yard, depending on the weather. It feels more like December than April.
I hope your Easter weekend has been full of the hope that Easter brings - hope for forgiveness of past sins, for present strength, and for future grace.