Just as He said.

On the 31st of March I developed a severe headache around noon. It is throbbing as I type.

My health these past three weeks has cost me an unexpected $170 and kept me from much of my normal activity, including (deep) thinking and (good) sleep. 

But I don't even care.

Today is the most magnificent day. 

I have been so excited about Easter. I have been so looking forward to celebrating Easter with my family. And today we did. This morning we sang and shouted and clapped because of how good the Lord is and how perfect and powerful and needed the Resurrection is.

Oh. So good.

The sermon delicately and beautifully opened the Great Commission like a time-lapsed bloom. I saw Jesus in a way I haven't before. 

Three believers were baptised. It stirred my heart to witness my brothers and sister in the Lord make a public declaration of their allegiance to Christ and of their putting their whole faith in Him. Staking their whole life on Him. Just mesmerising. So glorious. I felt privileged to be present. 

What more can I say? What can I add? How much fun we had as a music team? How much fun it is to do good work and to work hard as a music team? How liberating and expressive it was to dress up because today is the specialest of all special occasions?

Even the fellowship before and after service, good friends and new friends. We smile big because He is risen indeed. I should write more later but I think there's still a lot of day yet to live.

May I?

Today is the day to give thanks for freedom--freedom from sin--from death--freedom to live in Christ--freedom to live for Christ--freedom complete.

Freedom complete--

Freedom should be a good thing---.

I can't believe the Atonement worked. 

I can't believe it's finished.

(O the bliss of this glorious thought!)

And today is a day to be thankful for forgiveness. Thankful for forgiveness. Thank-filled for forgiveness. 

Forgiven so that I even have eyes to see that forgiveness is something for which to be thankful. Forgiven so that my lungs inflate for the first time. 

I'm forgiven! How is that??!

Today is also a great day to give thanks for mercy which is renewed each time the sun crests our horizon. New, new, new. 

Mercy makes me able. Mercy makes a way. Mercy gives me the go. (Or the keep going.) Mercy is good. So rich!

And love. How does love go? Can I show my gratitude? Can I step inside and shout my thanks? Could I knock politely and gesture wildly? (Behold! What manner...!)

One day.

One day!

I started this post last night for a different occassion. This may be the first time I was glad I fell asleep and had to post the following (very Good) day.

I wish I could blog more but my head hurts.

Every now and then we still go on Princess Dates.

Now they're warmer, cosier, more intimately relaxed. It's less that I'm being dragged and spend the whole time tugging at puffy sleeves and refusing to sip pinky-up. Maybe we're OK. Maybe things are calmer.

How are we doing? How's my worship? What are You like, Lord?

Mathematics Fun with newly elected Snail President

[Disclaimer: Vagueness is for privacy, not for scaring. I'm fine.]

Since Monday:

three doctors 

two needles (one injection, one withdrawl)

two prescriptions

two ER visits

three calls to Telehealth Ontario

three knights in shining armor (read: friends)

a million cubes of ice 

ten electrodes

one (mild) diagnosis

one persistent weird-non-agnosis

three nights of elusive sleep

prayers like a persistent widow

+

something greater than the temple

= 

perfect rest