Your Dying Spouse 297 - Easter Rising, And The Incredible Lightness Of Dying {FMF}

Time to join Kate Motaung and the Five Minute Friday linkup, the timed keyword-driven writing challenge that produces so much awesome work...please drop by!

This has been written ahead of the keyword reveal; I have no choice, but will try to work the word in when I have it. (It's EMPTY, and fits the last line quite well.)

Life breaks us, and God remakes us.

The World broke His Son on the Cross, and three days later, we all rose, for all time.

I wonder how it felt for Jesus, that Rising?

He was remade to defy the Gravity of the Grave, and as He folded His wrappings (always the good guest) before leaving the tomb, I wonder if His Feet were touching the floor?

I wonder if He felt that so many things were behind Him, and for the moment He could just be?

I wonder if He felt the rising of all those who would die in Him?

I wonder if He felt the soaring hope?

I feel a little of this, I think. As things go from merely awful straight through to levels of horrendous I could not have imagined, there is a lightening of spirit.

As my body is more bound to its eventual embrace of the dust, my heart is moving along higher and wider paths.

The work I wanted to complete isn't finished. I wanted to pass it on as my legacy, but no matter, it's done. I'll pick up those tools again one day, in a place where they never need sharpening.

Those around me are moving ahead with their lives; plans that don't include me, and that's OK. No point in taking along someone who's not going to show up, not in this life. We'll catch up with one another, in a different place and in a time where all times are one.

The places that heard my voice and felt my steps won't hold me any more, but I'm sure I'll see their reality, incorruptible, in heaven.

There's lightness here. Life is letting me go, and I am returning the favour.

Please don't read into this that I'm giving up and letting death take me. I'm pushing as hard as ever to stay ahead of that onrushing wave, but it's neither in defiance nor fear.

It's fun, to see how far up the beach I can run before that emerald wall of water takes me to its roiling heart, and deposits me on a beach in Galilee, where I expect to hear the words:

"Dude, about time. We were about to drink your beer, and leave you the empties to police up."

Just for fun, here's Bryan Adams with the musical theme, Summer Of '69...

A bit of news..."Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart" has come home! Tate Publishing has gone south, and I regained the rights, so it'll soon be available in both Kindle hardcopy versions once again. In the meantime, if you absolutely can't wait (!), you can still get used copies from Amazon.

I have another blog, "Starting The Day With Grace". The focus is a grace quote from someone you might not expect (like, say Mick Jagger) and a short commentary. I hope you'll join me.

Marley update... been moved to a sanctuary, and Bay County will revise their 'dangerous dog' codes.

WE MADE A DIFFERENCE!

And marley has a Facebook page! Please drop by to see how happy he is today.

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Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.