Although I had a Christian upbringing, I never was exposed to a depth of knowledge that my five year old has been privy to just since coming to this country. His grasp of so many Bible stories--coupled with an insatiable desire to ask questions--has put him years ahead of where I was spiritually at that age.
For me, many memories come flooding back when this holiday rolls around:
- Shopping for white shoes and purses at Payless Shoe Source.
- Dying Easter eggs with the little Paas dye kit using a tiny bent wire with a loop on it.
- Dye-stained fingers and hands from dipping the eggs into a variety of containers filled with the dark pools of different colors....
- Mom playing "Because He Lives" on the piano before church.
- Digging for jellybeans (pink ones--my favorite!) in the bottom of my Easter basket.
- Chloe perfume in my Easter basket every year
- Ham, Mom's potato salad, green beans, deviled eggs...
The meaning of Easter continues to deepen as I grow older. I am grateful for Jesus and how He died on the cross to save me from my sins. I am such an imperfect person but realize that I am perfect in God's eyes because of my faith in His son. I am also thankful for blue skies and blooming lilies and azaleas and for little girls in brightly-colored Easter dresses. I delight in the eager "gotta-find-my easter-basket" anticipation of my five-year old son as we tucked him in tonight...I rejoice in the fact that I am alive today to revel in the wonder of His creation... jellybeans, egg dye, Bible stories and all............
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