“This day in early spring will be the anniversary of your exodus” (Exodus 13:3 NLT).
Did you know I was saved on an Easter Sunday? Yep, a little country church. A wooden altar. A sermon preached by an interim pastor. A moment in history that grabbed my heart and placed me at the feet of Jesus.
So Easter means a lot more to me than to some. It’s a special day in my year. It’s a milestone in my life. It’s an occasion to celebrate. It’s a day in my life when my head, heart, hands and feet were placed in the direction of heaven…and I set off on a journey.
“The anniversary of your exodus”—what better way to put it? I’m going to remember that, use it often and refer to it frequently.
You see, I’ve not yet made it. I’m still traveling towards God’s reward. I have the promise of a mansion, but today I’m still cleaning this little house on Garrett’s Prairie Road. I am destined for a place where there are no tears, no pain, no death, but today I’m walking beside fellow believers who are clinging to that hope while wiping eyes, enduring aches and visiting funeral homes. But today I’m celebrating another anniversary of my exodus. God is so good!
Malinda Edgell
Illinois
PRAY TOGETHER: This year’s Easter weekend coincides with Passover. Pray that unbelieving Jews throughout the world would understand and embrace Jesus Christ as the Lamb of God and begin their exodus—out of sin and into His grace.
