This Easter, Jim and I went to Auburn to celebrate with my brother and his family and my mom and dad. We had a great time...started the weekend off with Pj's baseball game (they won), had a fishfry, went to church, and finished off with a great Easter lunch. The weekend was filled with wonderful memories. Pj hasn't played ball in probably 10 years...Sarah Atchley is getting bigger and more precious by the day...and we went to church with my parents, which I haven't done in quite some time. The only thing missing was my sister and her family.
Although the weekend was a great one, it was also bittersweet. Easter weekend brings back memories from many, many years ago. Easter, 2002, was the last sermon my dad ever preached. He preached on Sunday, felt fine and then woke up with a terrible headache in the middle of the night. We found him the next morning (April Fool's Day) in his recliner, unresponsive. We didn't know at the time that he had a stroke at some point during the night. We all have so much to be thankful for! Even though my dad lost his short-term memory; he did not suffer with any paralysis. My dad did have to give up preaching, but God has another plan.
I urge you all to live life to the fullest and don't forget to hug the ones you love and tell them how much you love them. You never know what God has in store for you and how your plans may not coincide with God's plans.
