We woke up this Easter morning to the doves cooing. Then we heard the quail calling to each other. And of course, the rooster crowed. The sun was bright and a quiet breeze blew through the window. It felt like Easter. It was so liberating after a winter of silence and a night of black.
I like to imagine what that first Easter morning felt like. Hopeful. Happy. Full of relief. Like you could breathe again. Like you wanted to sing.
Because of Him we are not held captive to darkness and discouragement. Because of Him morning has broken.
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