In Christ Alone

In Christ alone my hope is found
He is my light, my strength, my song
This Cornerstone, this solid ground
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm
What heights of love, what depths of peace
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease
My Comforter, my All in All
Here in the love of Christ I stand

In Christ alone, who took on flesh
Fullness of God in helpless babe
This gift of love and righteousness
Scorned by the ones He came to save
'Til on that cross as Jesus died
The wrath of God was satisfied
For every sin on Him was laid
Here in the death of Christ I live

There in the ground His body lay
Light of the world by darkness slain
Then bursting forth in glorious Day
Up from the grave He rose again
And as He stands in victory
Sin's curse has lost its grip on me
For I am His and He is mine
Bought with the precious blood of Christ

No guilt in life, no fear in death
This is the power of Christ in me
From life's first cry to final breath
Jesus commands my destiny
No power of hell, no scheme of man
Can ever pluck me from His hand
'til He returns or calls me home
Here in the power of Christ I'll stand

Easter Egg Hunt

Since Grant was five, our Easter egg hunt has been a clue following adventure. When it began, I didn't plan for it to be a tradition. That year he had just really started to read. I thought it would be fun to hide clues in his eggs, plus the adventure went with the "Narnia" themed basket he was getting. But he loved it so much, the next year he started talking about how exciting hunting for clues would be again three days before Easter. So, the tradition began.

Usually I stay up late the night before trying to be Dr. Seuss making the clues rhyme. That, of course, means sometimes they are very cheesy, but each year Grant is thrilled. The clues also talk about the reason we celebrate Easter Sunday.

The "hard to find eggs" I found at Target were a new addition this year. They look like rocks, pine cones, and grass.

According to Grant, it was the best egg hunt ever.









Gordon hoping that some of the candy falls out of the egg.










In the end, the basket was in the trunk of the Honda.

This song brings me back to the meaning of the gospel and I want it to be my daily prayer. Jesus, perfect and sinless, took my punishment. My sin caused Him so much pain. It breaks my heart to remember, but I never want to forget.

Our Father's Love

How Deep The Father's Love For Us
Phillips, Craig and Dean

How deep the Father's love for us
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
And make a wretch His treasure.

How great the pain of searing loss
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the Chosen One
Bring many sons to glory.

Behold the man upon the cross
My sin upon His shoulder
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers.

It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished.

I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection.

Why should I gain from His reward
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom.