Cobb Webs and Dust

Hello! I hope this posting, again delayed ( totally long and exhausting story) finds your spirit at peace and resting in the safety of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. I hope that for all reading this entry. Below is something I wrote exactly one year ago at what I call Resurrection Sunday ( Easter). The time when we celebrate all that Jesus did for us at Calvary. We see his love demonstrated in the suffering and agony he did to set us free from a life of bondage. We see the power of our lord Jesus has God raised him to life, and set him above a name higher than any name on earth.

" Therefore God exalted him to the highest place
and gave him the name that is above every name,
that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow,
in heaven and on earth and under the earth,
11and every tongue acknowledge that Jesus Christ is Lord,
to the glory of God the Father" Philippians 2:9-11

Cobb Webbs and Dust
Yesterday was the first Easter without Granny. It seemed a little off and didn't hit me until after dinner when I was showing my moms friends to the highwaay. its funny how things work. Just a year ago there was so much peace inside me. I was undistirbed by Granny's illness and the back stories of my family members. Yes Granny and Grandaddy were still unreconciled. Erica, the cousin whom we welcome in came in her usual spirit. This time in grannys absence came grandaddy. He came to a space he had not occuiped before- easter dinner with his family. For years he remiained on the outside. The animosity about things happened past was a thick layer and often impearmeable. This Easter he came in an effort to live out what he was sent back to do-- spend time with his family. Many visits to Hunstville Hospital and a near visit to the heavenly throne, here he is attempting do something he had never made an effort to do in the past-- spend this resserrection sunday with his family. His true family, his blood felt awkward. As did he. He spent close to thirty minutes before getting restless. A trait that we know all too well. He left to go with his other family but promised he would return. All the while, this did not connect until the next day at the very end of the hour. Grandaddy was sent back to try. He was sent to make a fresh stab at something he had not conquered-- spending time with his true family. As he tried to acommplish this I am sure he felt as if he was fighting through old cob webs and dust. These things you find in a forgotten attic that is hardly visited. Oh Jesus our rusty hearts need to be made anew.