By Katie Fraser
A friend shared this beautiful picture with me the other day, of a young girl sprinting into the arms of Jesus and bursting into tears of joy. It was one of the most beautiful pictures I have ever seen. The look of pure joy, peace and satisfaction on this girl's face is what I truly hope and pray is our encounter when we do reach our final destination.
I can only imagine that this is a small glimpse into what the Apostles felt on Easter morning when they realized that their friend was no longer dead. Could you image? The pain, the heartbreak, the suffering that they endured and lived through just a few short days earlier,
to now hear that their friend was alive?
I have lost some pretty incredible people in my life. I couldn’t even imagine the amount of joy that I would feel to even just hear their voice again. To put myself in the shoes and experience the emotions of those who discovered the rock rolled back from Christ’s tomb had to be simply inexplicable.
I’ve been journeying through the thirty three day consecration to merciful love as part of my Lenten fast, and it truly has helped me to open and expand my heart to the empathy of others.
In the last few years of my life, I have truly struggled to really let people in and feel the emotions that have been going through.
As a post-trauma victim, I feel God has truly cracked open my heart and helped me to really reach people where most aren’t able.
This past year I prayed that God would take the time to heal my broken heart from the trauma I have experienced. I almost thought that He could just wave His hands and I wouldn’t have to deal with the repercussions of this incident anymore. In these past few months, on this journey through the merciful love of God, my eyes have truly been opened to the truth of healing. Looking back, I felt that just as Christ had to suffering the agony of Calvary and the scourging at the pillar, before His ultimate death on the cross--I had to suffer with my own cross.
And just as Christ rose again and was brought to new life on Easter, the same can happen for me, but not without Calvary first.
And when Christ did ultimately rise on Easter--the scars He had from the Crucifixion were still a part of Him. Those scars from the Cross were glorified when Christ was risen, and I know the pain and suffering I have experienced in my own form of the hill of Calvary will ultimately result in my wounds be glorified as well.
I love the Easter season. I love the hope that it inspires, I love the grace that is poured out on God’s people and I love the thought of Christ walking beside each one of us as we invite Him in to heal our wounds and help us to rise with Him.
Happy Easter to all!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Kate Fraser moved to Euclid, OH in 2013 when she discovered her passion of working with high school and middle school teens. When she isn't spending time falling in love with Christ, going for a run, traveling to new places, or hanging out with teens, she can be found shoving her face with copious amounts of tacos and guacamole. She also loves to spend time with her five nephews and two nieces, as well as the rest of her family.