DAY 62 --- Timing is in His Hands

Yesterday was such a beautiful day.  I can easily imagine that Christ was resurrected on a day like yesterday. It was warm, sunny, a slight breeze blowing through my hair.  (Yes I still have my hair, though it is getting thin.)  I can joy in the feeling that many had after His resurrection as many of the people saw and greeted many relatives that we long since departed.  Wouldn't it have been a surprise but a welcome one to see dearly departed members of your family walking around resurrected.  It would have been wonderful.

Also, I can't imagine the feeling Mary Magdalene would have felt as she was kneeling by the tomb and then Jesus Christ uttered that word with such feeling, love and compassion, "MARY."  I can't imagine the feeling the eleven had to find out that Christ was truly alive and walking among mortals once again.  I can see why so many felt the same as the early days of the church when Joseph Smith was martyred when they figured that it was all over and the end had come.  "I  never imagined it would end this way...."  Then to have Him resurrected.  What joy, happiness, and enlightenment filled the earth following His resurrection. 

One of my tiny little grand daughters was so overjoyed to show me the little picture of Christ the she colored.  She was enthusiastic and so very excited that she had colored Jesus.  Oh that the adults would have half the joy and excitement as the little ones in celebrating the resurrection of our Savior.  "Except you become as the little ones..."  Touch challenge, but worthy of the effort.

Yesterday our bishop asked us to come and see him during Sunday School  for our mission interview.  Sadly, we could not.  Bonnie was practicing singing for RS, and I was "playing" Limhi to a primary class.  I felt frustrated, yet comforted that Father is totally in charge of the timing of our call, and where we shall be called to go.  I felt frustrated cause I am sort of impatient and wanted to get it done, but as the bishop said he would do it this next week, knowing that Bonnie would be out of  town half the week, I felt this calm feeling bear witness that it was in His hands.  My will cannot, should not overcome His, and this delay is according to His master plan of timing.  Maybe one day I shall know the reasoning of His timing delaying our bishop interview, perhaps not, but I leave it in His hands.