Every year the sweet little girls twirling around in their Easter dresses get to me.
There is something about those precious girls that makes my heart ache.
Something that makes me long to see a little five year old girl twirling around my house on Easter morning.
I am so thankful for the HOPE of Easter.
It is so much more than little girls in pretty dresses.
So much more.
It changes everything.
Because He lives I can face tomorrow.
Because He lives all fear is gone.
Because I know He holds the future.
And life is worth the living just because