Good Friday, Is it Really Good?

In less than a week, another year of my life will have been spent…gone forever, never again to relive. Re-do’s are just impossible with time.

The older I get the closer to dependency I become, and that frightens me.

As a caregiver, I work with elderly seniors, and their level of dependency varies greatly. I love caring for them. I think of my mom and my grandmother, who have passed. I think of the quality of care I would want for them, the kind of care I hope they received.

In some ways I wonder if I’m trying to make up for all the times I was not there for my mom. As I care for these dear ones, I think of myself and the kind of care I hope I will receive one day. I have faith that if I show great patience, kindness, and compassion I will in return receive the same when my time has come.

I realize I have lived longer than the years I have yet to live. In the span of ten years the quality of my life could drastically change. At my age, ten years seem but a whisper upon the wind. It’ll come and go quickly.

The older I get the more I think about dying.

I think of my mom in the last days of her life. I think about sitting by her bedside, holding her hand, and wondering if she were aware of my presence. I desperately wanted to be there when she took her last breath, but I wasn’t. For that I do great guilt. Don’t we all hope when it’s our time to go we will be surrounded by those we love? My heart breaks when I think of her dying alone.

I wonder if one day I too will die alone.

Today is Good Friday, and once again I find myself thinking of death. I read about Jesus’ death on the cross. I think of his last hours…his thirst, his pain, and the blood streaming down his body. I think of him when his Father turned his back, and in great despair Jesus cried out, “My God, My God why have you forsaken me!” In that moment Jesus, as man, was utterly alone. He experienced the total blackness of loneliness…the nothingness…an utter void of everything and everyone.

This is bad, but also it is good.

Reading this scripture I hear Jesus whisper within my heart, “Lisa, your mom was never alone…I was there, just as I’ll be there for you. I died alone so you wouldn’t have to.”

Today, His forever presence is what I will choose to dwell upon.

Good Friday truly is good.

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Straight Out’a the News: Beeping Easter Eggs

Recently I subscribed to the local daily newspaper…a real “honest to goodness” ink and paper, newspaper. I could have chosen the online subscription, but there’s just something about holding it in your hands…I feel the same way about books…I want to physically turn the pages. (Albeit I do enjoy my Kindle)

Maybe, just maybe, my preference of choice is linked to nostalgia, and reminiscent of the “good-ole days.” You know, the days before internet. As a kid do you remember the ink smudges all over your hands after reading the funny pages, and then capturing the cartoon images with a glob silly putty?

We knew how to have fun back in the day!

While reading the news this morning an idea crossed my mind. I thought it would be fun to start a series of articles called, “Straight Out’a the News.” The idea being to pick a topic straight out of the local newspaper and expound upon it in Redhead Reflections.

So…here we go…straight out of today’s news: Beeping Easter Eggs

Ah, Easter egg hunts…remember the thrill of finding them nestled within the new grasses of early Spring? I do, but I only remember two.

As a child I was taught the “true meaning” of Easter was that of Christ’s resurrection; therefore, my Easter egg hunts were limited. We just couldn’t be too pagan.

Today, my view of Easter is still the same: A celebration of my Lord’s victory over death and the grave…His resurrection assuring our eternal salvation. As a Christian, I advocate teaching our kids the true meaning of Easter, but at the same time I say, “Let the kids have fun!”

Last Saturday the kids of Middleton, Virginia gathered in the grassy gardens of Lord Fairfax Community College for an early Easter egg hunt. However, this was not to be your “normal” Easter egg hunt. Instead, this Easter egg hunt catered to over 20 blind and visually impaired children. Some 250 beeping Easter eggs, supplied by, International Association of Bomb Technicians and Investigators (IABTI), were scattered about the grounds for the kids. They followed the sound of the beeping eggs in order to find them and stow them away in their baskets.

The idea for “beeping egg hunts” was “hatched” in 2005 by David Hyche, a member of IABTI. He was seeking a way for his blind daughter to participate in the church’s Easter egg hunt. After searching the internet he found that beeping Easter eggs were provided by the Blind Children’s Center in Los Angeles. For the first time his daughter, Rachel, was able to hunt for eggs with her peers.

Now, THAT’S a feel good story if there ever was one!

He Is Risen!

I will praise You, O Lord, with my whole heart;
I will tell of all Your marvelous works.
 I will be glad and rejoice in You;
I will sing praise to Your name, O Most High.

Psalms 9:1-2

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Forever To Thee

Oh Lord, my God,

Oh bless this day!

When in death you arose

triumphant…away!

I too will rise,

from death’s cold grip,

to see you and mom.

 Can’t wait for that trip!

Hand in hand,

I’ll walk with her,

the streets of gold

before us, unfold.

Into your arms

together we’ll flee,

Praises we’ll sing,

FOREVER to Thee!