He Isn’t Here

This Resurrection Sunday has been one of the toughest I’ve ever experienced. The dichotomy of “He isn’t here” has never wretched my heart as it has this year.

Ever since the gravity and reality of what Jesus did for me on the Cross really entered my being, I enthusiastically proclaim “HE IS RISEN!” Last year, my head was still spinning, my heart still trying to regulate its beat during Resurrection Sunday. Just a few weeks prior, my daddy was gone. “He isn’t here” anymore is what I kept trying to wrap my brain around.

And as the numbness has worn off, as we have arrived at another Resurrection Sunday, it is more apparent to me that “he isn’t here!” And so the heartache that is a result of “he isn’t here” is soothed by the truth that “He isn’t here” either!

And so I grieve with hope. Grave, where is your victory? Because HE isn’t here, he isn’t here either! Jesus has risen! And because He lives, my daddy has eternal life!

I’m celebrating Jesus not being here with a heart that is trying to again regulate its beat - what joy and heartache that floods my soul. With a mind that is struggling to hold fast to daddy’s absence from the body means his presence with the Lord!

I can hear him as he preached for many years...”HE GOT UP WITH ALL POWER IN HIS HANDS!”

“He isn’t here!”

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