Angels In Disguise

Fourteen years ago on Palm Sunday, we found out my sweet grandaddy was being called home to the Lord. He was buried on Good Friday. Although the dates change each year, this week is always challenging for me. No matter how much time passes, and how much comfort I have knowing he is in a better place.... I miss him just as much now as I did all of those years ago. I will always remember my first softball game after he passed away. It was my first at bat, and I had fouled off what seemed like twenty-five pitches. I was fighting the pitcher, I was fighting tears, I was fighting myself.... and fiiiiiiiiiinally I hit a ball in the gap for a single. I looked up to find this..... ... and I knew my grandaddy was there cheering me on and loving on me from above. It was my sign.....my angel in disguise. No matter how many years pass, this week still brings its challenges and I still find myself in a fight with well..... myself. 2011 has been no different, the sadness still hasn't gone away and I find myself, for the 14th time, just praying..... and waiting on my sign. I know it will come. It always does. Rainbows or no rainbows, Easter morning will be here soon enough. My sign that comes each and every year without fail. My sweet sweet comfort. The day we celebrate the Lord sending His Son to die for us, so that we may be born again and have everlasting life. How very appropriate that a man so special to our family, met his Maker during this week....

May you and your families have a blessed Easter week....may you remember the true meaning of this time of year.... may the Lord comfort you in times of sadness and grief.... and may you too celebrate your sign.... your angel in disguise...