
In the midst of disease—first with multiple sclerosis then cancer—my eyes turned toward Him. Hope grew. Anticipation.
“In affliction they shall look for me. Come, let us return to the Lord, for it is he who has torn, but he will heal us; he has struck down, but he will heal our wounds”[4]
He is not a God of cruelty. I needed to trust him. As Job
said, Though he slay me, yet I will trust in him.[5] In my sorrows I drew nearer to Him because He was a man of sorrows.[6] Understanding. I needed to embrace Him on the cross before embracing him in his glorious resurrection. I needed to see him in his death before I could marvel at the empty tomb. We can only appreciate the mountain peak after we have been in the valley. God needed to bring me low to strip my colossal blindness of pride and arrogance in order to see him indistinctly through tears. I had to realize that God is more interested in my holiness than my happiness. And I have good reason to believe that holiness is where true and lasting happiness is to be found. 
Easter morning declares death is defeated. Hope rises above fear. For those who believe in Christ, we know we will rise just as He did and we will be with Him forever. God will be with us and we will be his people and he himself will wipe every tear we have every shed.

Mark
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April 12th, from Milan's empty
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