if that isn't love...

we attended a sunrise service this morning. 

really no-one in my family are extra happy morning people :),

but this seemed a perfect service for us for quite a few reasons.

so at 5:40 this morning, (we had to leave at 5:20) we arrived up on Gardner Hill, (i've often explained to people unfamiliar with gardner hill, that if terrorsits came to take over our country, i would run to the hills of gardner hill.  they would never find us!  you're welcome for the positive thoughts :)))

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this church is no stranger to us. 

Gardner Hill is  the home grounds of my in laws (my mother in-law Dodie and her family).

while dating, charlie and i would often attend to provide music there.  he would play piano, i would sing.

even years after, and with our babies, we would continue to do this quite a few times a year. 

most of my in-law's funeral services have been here, and the adjacent cemetery, taken care of by charlie's uncle, we visit most memorial days to walk the gravesites, plant flowers, and hear the old stories of back when. 

so this morning, it felt early, but normal. 

we pulled up to a TON of cars, including a local ambulance vehicle. 

and when we went inside, that little church was filled to the brim.

it was a plethora of variations of lives, both old and young, and from all walks of life. 

as the quaint, simple service started, i looked out the windows to the still darkened sky, wondering a little bit of WHAT prompted SO MANY people to show up HERE at this time of day. 

the program / bulletin, was again, simply put together,

a solo, followed by a musical piece, followed by a duet, then another solo...the message...

i never expected my heart this morning. 

these days, we are used to grandiose musical performances and animated activities to draw people into the church walls. 

this morning, my heart could not have been drawn any closer.

as i listened to the 80 something year old woman sing, clear as bell, without a lick of music, only her voice...

"were you there when they crucified my Lord?...."

my heart melted.

this is my faith.

it's not perfectly orchestrated and it's not bright and poppy.

it's not amplified and it's not fashioned to draw the masses in. 

MY faith, is simple.

although sometimes the wrestle i have with it and my flesh is complex, my FAITH is bare yet deep. 

this is what my family experienced this morning, and what we will all get to carry in our hearts, from here forward. 

how thankful i am for the Cross. 

for the willingness for my Savior to come, He a king, live like me, and then take the cross for me. 

my mind cannot comprehend.

my heart, forever grateful and i only have to think of the question posed this morning at that simple country church...

"why would He leave the splendor of heaven, knowing His destiny, FOR ME?"

if that isn't the love that He has for me..


"He left the splendor of heaven
Knowing His destiny
Was the lonely hill of Golgotha

There to lay down His life for me

If that isn't Love
The ocean is dry
There's no stars in the sky
And the sparrow can't fly
If that isn't Love
Then heaven's a myth
There's no feeling like this
If that isn't love

Even in death He remembered
The thief hanging by His side
He spoke with love and compassion
Then He took him to paradise

If that isn't Love
The ocean is dry
There's no stars in the sky
And the sparrow can't fly
If that isn't Love
Then heaven's a myth
There's no feeling like this
If that isn't love"


Happy Easter friends...

be blessed, and know...

our Savior died, he rose again, and we have Promise because of Him. 

that is truth.

no bells, whistles, lights or candy attached.

simply - that's all we need.