Come Morning

And entering the tomb, they saw a young man clothed in a long white robe sitting on the right side; and they were alarmed.

But he said to them, "Do not be alarmed. You seek Jesus of Nazareth, who was crucified. He is risen! He is not here. See the place where they laid Him.
Mark 16:5-6 NKJV

While running errands today I found myself reminiscing about my childhood. Growing up in church was a given in my house. You never had to wonder where you would find yourself come Sunday morning. Thanks to mother, it was never a mystery. I came up with excuses a time or two, but nothing got past mom. You had better be dressed and ready because you were going.

I’m thankful for a mother who made sure I knew a man named Jesus, and because of my mother’s legacy to live a life for christ; many generations to come will carry that same gift in their own heart.

Come Morning, I’ll walk by the river.

I’ll rest, neath the evergreen tree.

I’ll carry, my cross through the midnight.

Come Morning, there’s glory for me.

Such beautiful words of hope for God’s people. I’m thankful for the faithful Christians who instructed me in the faith. Who shared their heart for God with me, preparing me for the journey ahead.

For encouraging me to use my gifts. I love to sing and this one was always a favorite. God placed it on my heart today, so I decided to use it as the title of my blog post.

We all have our journeys to take in this life, some harder than others. Mary’s journey was about to take a turn. The gruesome up close and personal view of her Savior’s suffering had to be heart wrenching. She personally had come to know and love her friend Jesus very much. Now He was gone.

Can you imagine going to visit the grave of a close friend or loved one, and finding nothing but a hole in the ground where they once were? Praise God morning came.

As God’s people, we should be prepared to be rejected just as our Lord and Saviour. We are not of this world. We are set apart, for we belong to God and others know it.

I’m used to not fitting in. Been that way most of my life, so being set apart or peculiar came natural to me. I was never popular, or with the “in” crowd, but I had good friends growing up. I may have been picked last back then, but I found out that I had been chosen first to be part of a very important team. Being part of God’s team, I found myself loved beyond measure, just as I was.

When I find myself struggling, I try to remember and look to the cross.  Remembering the agonizing pain He endured for all humanity.  My saviour laid the ground work for me to pick up my own cross and move forward knowing the victory had already been won.  Death holds no sting.  Jesus made sure of that by defeating death, hell and the grave for you and me.  When I breathe my last, praise God!  I will immediately be ushered into the presence of my Lord and saviour.  My kinsman redeemer.

Jesus had fulfilled the prophecy. It was finished. The gap was bridged once more. Man could come to the very throne room of God and seek refuge from the storms of life.

Come morning the stone was rolled away and they found the tomb was empty. For He had risen just as He had said. God in all His righteousness had mercy. That same mercy is fresh and new every morning. I pray you have heard the good news my friend and have made a place in your heart where you have accepted Jesus as your LORD and Saviour.

May this Easter holiday find you gathering with fellow believers and lifting up praises to our heavenly Father for He is worthy. I pray for strength and peace as you continue your journey in victory. Thank you Jesus for knowing and still going. I am eternally grateful.

God speed my friends.

Published by

Just a nobody trying to tell everybody about somebody who changed my life. Born again believer of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ since 1979. Wife and mother of 2 with one already resting in the arms of Jesus. Desires to share her life with other women and offer a comforting word of hope when needed. We dedicate this blog to our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and give him all the glory and praise for every life touched.

One thought on “Come Morning

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: