Happy Easter!

Dear friends,

A very Happy Easter weekend to you all. I pray that in these days you will be amazed and in awe once again at who Jesus is and His sacrifice for you, that you might be free today and every day into eternity. This blog post is going to look different from the others - less of an update and more of a collage of videos, poems, songs and verses that inspire me and help me to fix my eyes on Jesus at Easter time. I pray that they will be helpful to you too.

With love

Hannah

I prepared these two songs for worship at a church prayer meeting this week as I was meditating on the cross. I pray you are blessed by them.

This song "Why" by Nichole Nordeman is one of the most beautiful and poignant songs I know. I come back to it year after year. It tells the narrative of Jesus' death from the perspective of a child.

I saw this pop up a few days ago on Facebook and it caught my attention - it's had more than 2 million views over the last fortnight. It's a beautiful version of "Hallelujah" and I love that the girls singing it are sisters.

Some Journalling Bible joy!

A stunning poem that I came across from Dundonald Church in London https://dundonald.org/free/

I'm not sure where this picture originally came from as it appears in lots of different places online, but it captures my gaze every time.

“Because He is Risen…” by Gerard Kelly

Because He is risen Spring is possible In all the cold hard places Gripped by winter And freedom jumps the queue To take fear’s place as our focus Because He is risen.

Because He is risen Healing is on order and assured And my grave too will open When my life is restored For this frail and fragile body Will not be the final word on my condition Because He is risen.

Because He is risen Hunger will go begging in the streets For want of a home And selfishness will have a shortened shelf life And we will throng to the funeral of famine And dance on the callous grave of war And poverty will be history In our history Because He is risen.

And because He is risen A fire burns in my bones And my eyes see possibilities And my heart hears hope Like a whisper on the wind And the song that rises in me Will not be silenced As life disrupts This shadowed place of death Like a butterfly under the skin And death itself runs terrified to hide Because He is risen.

Again, I come back to this poem year after year. Something about it stops me in my tracks - particularly the final stanza.

Have a blessed Easter