Easter Mourning

 

                                   
                                                           

                                         

 As I sit in church this morning feeling sad over disappointments, I realize the great pull of the world's sorrow on the human spirit.

 

 I am reminded of our adoption support meeting yesterday and the amazing blessing of seeing two friends of mine and their newly reunited First Mothers sitting side-by-side. 

 Something almost too precious for words. 

 

 I raise my hands in thanks to my Savior. 

 Just seeing them together, looking so alike, so strangely familiar, is a gift.  Although my reunion with my Mother must wait.

A lady in the church orchestra plays the flute.

I can't take my eyes off of her.

My First Mother, Norma Carol, played this beautiful instrument.

I close my eyes and listen.

 

   Now that which we see is as if we were looking in a broken mirror.

But then we will see everything.

Now I know only a part.

But then I will know everything in a perfect way.

That is how God knows me right now.

 

1 Corinthians 13:12