Lana Vaughan

The Queen of Questions

Passover

There are so many things to write about tonight.

A look back in history remembers today as the bloodiest day in WW II. It marked a turning point in history. It marked the premature end of some lives sacrificed for the freedom of others. It was a day when America lost so many sons. D-day wasn’t a day to celebrate but the men were heros and we celebrate their lives. Never forget them.

My grandmother’s birthday was yesterday. She turned 90. I called her to wish her a happy birthday. She had been playing outside with her friends. They were tossing balls into baskets. At 90 my gramma is playing basketball! Go gramma!

My daughter just came in to ask me to strap an ice pack to her arm. We were up at the family cabin today so she could ride her quad for the first time. It’s pink and blue. Yes, it looks like it could belong to Barbie but it’s totally Rosie’s. It’s big enough for Matt or me to ride it. She had been riding very well for a couple of hours when she and her sister Susanna hit the gravel road going out past the cabin. Matt and I sat on the tailgate of the truck and listened to the sound of young girls laughter mixed with the tires crunching over the gravel and the engines rev. After a while the girls came back with Rosie riding behind Sue on the 125 dirt bike. There is a good size scrape on Rosie’s elbow. It’s bleeding pretty good, turning purple and swelling a bit. She flipped the quad trying to go up a hill. It rolled twice landing on her. I can’t begin to tell you how proud I am of my daughter today. Her attitude was incredible. She never for one minute blamed her sister for leading her up a hill she wasn’t experienced enough to take. She trusted her sister to take care of her. She got on the dirt bike right after falling off the quad. She cried but didn’t want to be medi-vaced to the nearest hospital (Rosie has a bit of a dramatic side.) She got back on the quad once Matt and Sue towed it back to the cabin with the dirt bike and got it started. She fell but did not blame anyone else. She was hurt but didn’t let it ruin the rest of the day. She did not give up.

For dinner tonight I’m roasting lamb with thyme and rosemary, carrots, onions, potatoes, and garlic. As I was getting it ready to put in the oven all of today’s significance came together for me in a special way. God’s been doing that a lot lately, taking seemingly unrelated things and showing me just how much He loves me and is in the details of my life.

My birthday is tomorrow and as I was cutting the garlic and adding the bitter herbs I remembered the Passover lamb prepared in faith to protect the first born sons of Israel before they left Egypt. I’m not a son but I am the first born. Tonight all the sacrifices of D-day and my grandmother’s generation seemed more personal. How many sons were lost? Celebrating my grandmother yesterday, remembering today, celebrating my life tomorrow, I stood in my kitchen and wondered if I have a life worth celebrating? Have I been faithful to the sacrifices made for me? Have I done all I can with all I have been given? The ultimate sacrifice was paid for me by Jesus Christ, the Lamb of God. I am ransomed. I am redeemed. But life has tossed me off my high horse many a time. It has rolled me down the hill, landed on top of me and held me there in the dirt road waiting for someone to help. I have been wounded.Have I let the wounds keep me from life? Have I trusted? Have I blamed others? Have I gotten the treatment I needed without all the drama? Have I followed the example of my 10 year old daughter? Get up. Trust. Get help. Get back on and ride!

I sit here drinking the wine I opened to pour on the lamb and I remember. On the night Jesus was betrayed He took the bread, gave thanks, broke the bread and said “take and eat, this is my body.” Then He took the cup, gave thanks and offered it to them, saying “drink from it, all of you. This is My blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins.”

Tonight I have started a new tradition. On June 6th from this night forward I will prepare the lamb and remember. I will remember those who have sacrificed, celebrate those who have gone before me, consider lovingly those who will follow after me and most importantly be thankful to the One who has made my life truly worth celebrating. Tonight I remember….

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