Last year on Easter, we learned that our second IUI after over a year and a half of trying to get pregnant had failed. It was a horrible day – I was so certain it had worked because of all kinds of “symptoms” I was having and so I spent the Easter sunrise service crying on my dear friend Leigh Ann’s shoulder.

If only I could have looked ahead to this year when I yet again cried through the service but this time, it was from total, complete joy.

He is risen, friends. He is risen and He is good. Oh, how good He is!!