Easter Sunday

Easter lilies are abounding in symbolism. They are symbolic to spring, new life, and the resurrection of Jesus Christ. They are not only beautiful, but their fresh fragrance fills your home with the aroma of spring. We took an Easter lily to Steve's grave today remembering the hope the Resurrection brings us.

Easter is a time when we celebrate the resurrection of Jesus Christ. It is a reminder that this mortal life is a stepping stone to eternity. It is through the resurrection that we learn that we will live again in the hereafter with love ones that have passed on. It gives us hope in our grief.

There are a few quotes from the article, In Christ Shall All Be made Alive, that bring me peace. They are as follows:

"Everyone seeks certainty in a world of doubt. Thus, Easter is a reminder of the certainty of life: life after loss, life after grief, life after death. The late President Gordon B. Hinckley declared: “We know not all that lies ahead of us. We live in a world of uncertainty. … But one thing we do know. Like the Polar Star in the heavens, regardless of what the future holds, there stands the Redeemer of the world, the Son of God, certain and sure as the anchor of our immortal lives” (Ensign, March 2008).

Thus, the only thing more certain than death is the certainty of life. Moreover, the redemption of mankind from death is not a limited promise to a few but a universal covenant with all. The apostle Paul proclaimed that “as in Adam all die, even so in Christ shall all be made alive” (1 Corinthians 15:22). Likewise, President Thomas S. Monson, worldwide leader of the Church, said, “Because our Savior died at Calvary, death has no hold upon any one of us” (Ensign, May 2007).

So, just as the dark Friday of Christ’s crucifixion passed into the bright Sunday of His resurrection, the hope that Easter brings has come again. In the words of apostle Joseph B. Wirthlin, “Each of us will have our own Fridays — those days when the universe itself seems shattered and the shards of our world lie littered about us in pieces.” But, he continues, “no matter our desperation, no matter our grief, Sunday will come” (Ensign, November 2006).

As I mourn the loss of my husband, these passages bring me comfort, and peace. I know for certain that my "Sunday" will come. The difficult days will get better.

I am grateful to know that we will be united with him again.