Every year on Easter my favorite part is singing I Know That My Redeemer Lives and this year was no different. It is my favorite hymn and an excellent reminder of my Savior. So, I wore my brightest pink blouse to church and enjoyed the hymn just like I do every year. The Snow family then celebrated with a Mexican food dinner, just like we enjoy doing with most occasions. We listened to my uncle Kelly's stories, enjoyed fried ice cream and snuggled on couches.
So while I love snacking on the chocolates my mom sent me (even though I accused her of trying to fatten me up), wearing bright spring colors, and finding easter eggs at church, I love celebrating the hope of Easter even more. I'm thankful for the second chances and the renewing that comes with this holiday.
"Each of us will have our own Fridays- those days when the universe itself seems shattered and the shards of our world lie littered about us in pieces. We all will experience those broken times when it seems we can never be put together again. We will all have our Fridays.
But I testify to you in the name of the One who conquered death- Sunday will come. In the darkness of our sorrow, Sunday will come.
No matter our desperation, no matter our grief, Sunday will come. In this life or the next,
Sunday will come."
Elder Joseph B Wirthlin