|Easter morning was overcast|
but that didn't stop the crocuses from blooming.
It is the ordinary things in which I find extraordinary pleasure.
Seeing Easter through the eyes of a child.
The mystery, the magic, the hunt.
Going through the door to Spring.
|Hunting for eggs before and after Church.|
Someone stands behind that door
and it isn't even the Easter Bunny. (No offense)
It isn't any other than me the mother.
It is a lot of extra work.
|Dad found some really tricky places|
to hide those eggs.
But looking with the eyes of a child
the ordinary becomes special and the well known a mystery.
Tying bunnies and chicks and chocolate
to Christ's death and resurrection.
|Hand knitted chick.|
Pattern from www.knittingfever.com
It all makes sense when I'm a child.
...'because you have hidden these things from the wise and learned, and revealed them to little children.'...
Jesus words to God in Matthew 11:25
What if I open an egg and it contains
the fragrant disks of dried banana?
Or dried apple squares?
|was a hit.|
Celebrating a special Someone, who did a rare thing.
He sacrificed Himself for us so that we can live anew.
No more guilt,
no more shame,
no more sacrificing over and over to make up for our habitual sinning.
Everything is new and we are forgiven,
because of Him, Jesus.
Because He arose.What a reason to celebrate.
I can't think of a better way to celebrate than with chocolate and chicks and bunnies and flowers.
All the new life.
In the eyes of a child.