Easter Sunday

Last Easter I never got to give Chris his egg, it stayed in the cupboard and eventually got thrown out because non of us could bring ourselves to eat it.

Only someone who knows how it feels to grieve deeply will understand that no matter how many people you have around you on a tearful day the lonelyness is indescribable, the hole you carry feels massive and the yearning is physical. Thats how it felt this morning as I set out for church.

The service was brilliant, the songs made me feel like I was flying, the children who taught us adults to be kids again was priceless and I got that 'calm' that lifted the lonelyness and the yearning.

I'm so glad that I have God in my life, He's my strength.....always.