Showing posts with label Easter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Easter. Show all posts

Sunday, April 8, 2012

A Blessed Easter to You

 Dear Friends,

We have been so very blessed by you, our friends, who gift us with beautiful things! We were surprised twice this past week with sweet, thoughtful presents from afar, including this German Easter cloth with chicks, and the handmade bunny banner in the photo below. Thank you so much, Evelyn and Devina!

 Thank you, too, all who come and visit us here in our humble little cottage. You make our lives a brighter place, although we may have never met face to face (That sounds like a poem!).


 This Eastertide, between the wonderings of "Whatever shall we wear?" and "Whatever shall we eat?"

 We hope that all of you have had a few moments of peace, to ponder upon the Great Sacrifice which makes earthly life more sweet, and eternal life possible for all who "Come Unto Me."

 Give thanks to the Lord above for the empty tomb, and all that it means to you today!



 Sometimes we're in such a hurry for the Savior to return and save us from the mess that we're all in, that we forget to thank Him for His presence all around us.

Truly He does give us to eat of the good things of the earth, and an abundant life if we choose to accept it.

May His sacrifice not have been in vain for us, the poor sinful creatures that we may be. Remember that He delights in those who delight in Him, and who humbly admit that they need His Light in moments of greatest dark.



A blessed Easter to you, dear friends, from all of us at Sweete Felicity!

Love,

Marqueta
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"Long Barren"

Thou who didst hang upon a barren tree,
My God, for me;
Tho' I till now be barren, now at length,
Lord, give me strength
To bring forth fruit to Thee.

Thou who didst bear for me the crown of thorn,
Spitting and scorn;
Tho' I till now pave put forth thorns, yet now
Strengthen me Thou
That better fruit be borne.

Thou Rose of Sharon, Cedar of broad roots,
Vine of sweet fruits,
Thou Lily of the vale with fadeless leaf,
Of thousands Chief,
Feed Thou my feeble shoots.

~Christina Rosetti