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| Photo by: Anna Rios |
If you were to ask me what my best day was, I would probably answer with something along these lines such as, "The day Jesus became as real to me as you or I." or "The day I became a wife to the love of my life." or perhaps, "The day I held my first born in my arms." Well, in all reality I don't just have one best day or one 'Favorite' day. In fact, each day after the next are equally noteworthy and of importance to me.
The reasoning behind my thoughts are this. When I look back and recall certain moments in my life, both good and most unpleasant, I see the perfection within them all. Not as the world's interpretation of perfection, but through the eyes of optimism I can see clearly when and where the Lord was ever present. During a surgery with significant blood loss due to complications of a nicked liver, God brought me through without fail. I awoke to my husband's hand tenderly stroking my face as he whispered words of love and thanksgiving into my ear. Yes! Surely a good day as were the days that followed while recovering at home gaining back strength and agility.
And this previous Friday, Good Friday, was one of perfection for me. I was able to spend the entire day with my family at my son's college town of Wheaton, Illinois. It was an outing of great delight as I sat back to applaud my husband and children while they competitively played Frisbee, intermittent with songs of laughter at a nearby lake. Sun glistened upon the water as we walked along the shore's pathway. The duration of our walk, my 16 year old daughter grasped in hand my treasured Canon while sharing photographic techniques and then marveled as Anna captured the elements in beautiful artistic expression.
Later that evening we attended the Good Friday Service at my son's church. Three sturdy wooden crosses were impressively placed upon the platform and at the sermon's end all were invited to come and nail our papers of handwritten remorse, and hurts to the cross. My husband and I began our decent to the alter finding our three children following behind. After placing my paper in its proper place I then tearfully watched on as my children hammered their 'short comings' into the rugged wood of the cross. And I tell you, that scene will live on forever in the memories of my mind as 'My Best Day'.
"We all, like sheep, have gone astray, each of us has turned to his own way; and the Lord has laid on Him the iniquity of us all." ~ Isaiah 53:6
