Death Hath No Sting

I woke up this morning full of anticipation for what God had in store for the day. One of our sweet pastors lost his wife yesterday, and so the day was tinged with sadness. He was there, though, and gave testimony of God's faithfulness and the hope that we have because of the Ressurection. Church was packed full of visitors, and our pastor gave a clear presentation of the gospel. I was weepy with thankfulness for what Christ has done. It made the late start, the bubble-gum stained Easter clothes, and the missing baby shoes pale in significance as I took time to celebrate God's power over even death.