Easter Monday is a memory of strength from God.

It is the 26th anniversary of my baby's funeral. I remember the sense of no ability to stand on my legs. They wobbled on every step. I couldn't trust them, until the very first hymn that was sung. It seemed that every voice there, was singing into my legs and I could stand. It was the most amazing feeling of infused strength from God. I learned it then and I learn it everytime that my grief threatens to get the better of me. God's Church has the authority from Heaven to build and to strengthen the feeble knees. Halleluia! What a Savior!