So far, it's been a crazy weekend and it's bound to become crazier!
Yesterday, after worshipping at our Good Friday service and helping the 'Easter Bunny' make some early deliveries, I met some of my 'Christian Singles' Cafe' friends at Tim Hortons, at the corner of Crawford and Wyandotte St. W., here in Windsor.
Due to being Good Friday, we only had a small group of six people. Considering most of us have known each other for years, it was still a great time of fun, fellowship and laughter. If you knew us, or could have been a fly on the wall, you would understand what I mean! :-))
On Thursday, I picked up the keys for the party room, because I was expecting family to share Easter dinner with me. Originally, K, C & family were joining me, along with P and family; since I've had calls from my daughter B as of late, I thought she might attend. So, the party room seemed like a good option. When I found it was available, I felt in my heart that this must be God's will, for I could not believe that in a building with 300 units, the room would be available and not booked by someone!
As I mentioned, I picked up the party room keys. At the time, I knew that K, C & family had changed their minds and were not coming. Then, B let me know she and family would not be coming. Yesterday, P confirmed that she would rather get together Monday, so she could keep Easter Sunday as a family day. While it is disappointing, I suppose it's just a case of wishful thinking on my part and not God's will at all, for us to have had a celebration, together.
It may sound like I'll be alone. In one way, I will be. With no family to spend Easter with, one could say this was 'being alone'. But, I won't be alone. Just as I'm not alone, now. Jesus is with me. That's all that matters.
Since I couldn't sleep last night, I made good use of my awake time (I didn't get to sleep until close to 6:00 am) and baked 72 cupcakes and began preparing coleslaw. No, I haven't lost my mind! lol
Tonight, the coleslaw will come with me to my Bible study group; we'll be meeting early, to have a pot-luck dinner before our Bible study. I'm looking forward to this.
The cupcakes are coming with me tomorrow, not to my church, where I worship, regularly; but, to another church. When I met Pastor B, who is planting a church called, 'Bible Community Church' at the daycare centre (rents space) on Bloomfield Rd., it was due to my daughter P, who had begun worshipping there. You see, I had prayed that God would bring a strong Christian person into P's life; He did. At least for a time, for she and her family no longer worships there.
P brought her children to worship at the small group of about 8 people and had asked me to attend. Since they meet at 4pm and their service didn't interfere with worship at my own church, I went. This is a true church planting effort. The location is in a poor and rough area. After not visiting for a few weeks, a couple of weeks ago, I worshipped with them, bringing a friend with me.
Pastor B is a godly man who has been a blessing to both Gordon and I, but I have to admit, I am glad that God told us to make a joyful noise unto the Lord. Since he's asked everyone in the group (that has grown to about 20 people or so) to bring a guest, my heart was burdened for the music on Easter Sunday. So, tomorrow, I'll be worshipping at my church, then later at Bible Community Church. When I found out that Pastor B would like to have a free BBQ supper afterwards, I decided to make/bring cupcakes for dessert. The children will love it, I'm sure!
If you have been a regular reader, you'll know that March 29th was Gordon's and my wedding anniversary. However, since we married on the Saturday of Easter weekend, we always felt like we had need to celebrate on both dates. Because of this, I am posting lyrics for another, 'Phantom of the Opera' song: (you can access the music/song on youtube)
Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again
You were once my one companion
You were all that mattered
You were once a friend and father
Then my world was shattered
Wishing you were somehow here again
Wishing you were somehow near
Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed
Somehow you would be here
Wishing I could hear your voice again
Knowing that I never would
Dreaming of you helped me to do
All that you dreamed I could
Passing bells and sculpted angels, cold and monumental
Seemed for you the wrong companion, you were warm and gentle
Too many years
Fighting back tears
Why can't the curse just die!
Wishing you were here again
Knowing we must say goodbye
Try to forgive
Teach me to live
Give me the strength to try!
No more memories
No more silent tears
No more gazing across the wasted years
Help me say goodbye
Help me say...goodbye...
Until next time...