And it seems that all fairy tales are lies. That my wistful, childhood dreaming of a life that ends with happily ever after are being sealed up in that little box with red clay piled up on top. We kissed the princess, but she did not wake up. At least not yet.
As I sit here now, typing, the seconds and minutes of our final goodbye at the grave-site are etched in my memory as clear as glass. But I read that I see through the glass but dimly. When the blackness of despair creeps in and covers over my eyes lately, I push back with a thought. Words penned to me in a card after she died. "There is a Resurrection!" I say it out loud. "There is a Resurrection!" I say it again, and courage begins to rise. "There is a Resurrection!" Despair shrinks back and hope fills the foggy mirror of my view instead.
Last year on Easter I wrote that Jesus tomb is empty and so is Makiah's room. Tomorrow is Easter again, and I can't help but notice it falls exactly 18 months from her heaven day. It has been a year and a half since she went home to be with Him. But this year I can write that Jesus tomb is empty and so will Makiah's be! The princess will indeed arise... as will all of us who have "... fallen asleep in Christ!" It is my hope. It is my lifeline. It pushes back the dark thoughts now. But one day it will push back the dark decay of Death once and for all! There is a Resurrection!