On this Easter morning,

there are things I want.

I want to heal my broken heart that wished, oh so hard, to take Mom, so sad and alone, from the nursing home.

I want to find the way out from under the smothering, heavy blanket, peek out at the edge, where the sun’s light shines bright in my eyes.

I want to let go of the fear of suffering that stands in the way of my calling to work for justice.

I want to be the good ground that Pippi’s love takes root in.

I want to give and not count the cost,

I want to run along the garden path to God, follow Jesus,

and arrive at Easter in the joy of the Holy Spirit.