I walked into church Easter morning feeling more like a whitewashed tomb than a temple of the Living God.
Have you ever felt like that?
Pretty on the outside, but just full of junk on the inside?
It seems like the older I get, the less I enjoy holidays.
Going to church on Sunday is just what we do. It felt pretty normal. Sure, we ate breakfast with our church family, and the kids had an egg hunt. Our pastor preached about the resurrection. But all in all, it felt like a pretty normal day. Which made me feel even worse on the inside.
I looked around and saw all the people in their beautiful Easter clothes and wondered how many felt the same way I did. I wondered if I was the only one who had failed to stand in awe and celebrate deep within my soul. This was the day we celebrated the cornerstone of our faith. Jesus died for our sins, but He didn’t stop there. He rose to give us new life. And yet, my mind was a million different places.