Every year I want to make a big deal out of Easter. Two reasons.
1. It is indeed the holiday that my faith rests on. No resurrection means Jesus was just a man, or a prophet at best. The resurrection is the one event that solidifies he deity…and that matters because if Jesus is indeed God, well it leads to so many more things.
2. It was my favorite holiday growing up. The spring flowers, the amazing See’s candy that my mom filled my basket with, the egg hunt, the delicious lamb my parents would splurge on, the bunny cake my Grammie brought over, the sugar eggs my mom would set up for us to gaze into…it was all magical and warm and perfect.
Easter is interesting because in my quest to make it “perfect” or “a big deal” it has morphed over the years. I just want to share my love of it…and each year it always goes down very differently from how I imagine it is going to go down…but each year it is perfect in it’s own way. This year we are part of a new church, our first day opening was Easter Sunday, so Easter celebrations at home were quiet.
So this year was simple: an egg hunt with the neighbors, candy, and the one fact that Jesus did indeed rise. If you doubt the last part, don’t be afraid to look into the historical. Many witnessed it. Historians verify the validity of those witnesses. So we don’t have to take a “leap of faith” as much as we can use our brains and our logic and come to a conclusion that indeed Jesus was truly God as he claimed to be. So we celebrate that, as well as celebrating that the rest of the things that Jesus said were probably true too. Celebrate because he made some pretty cool claims, that in my opinion are totally worth a read. 😉
Happy Easter. 🙂
August is now a master of the monkey bars. The real story is how he became a master that sunny day 3 weeks ago.
Determination is the word that came to my mind that day. Pure, raw, real, determination.
It was a beautiful March day, sunny and cool, and we found ourselves at a park called Hilltop Park. August has been trying to master monkey bars for quite some time, but this park had something the other parks didn’t have: monkey bars that he could reach from the platform without mom’s help! He said, “Mom watch. I am going to make it across.” He grabbed the first bar, swung to the second with ease, but found himself dropping as he tried to reach the third. “Keep watching mom, I am going to make it this time.” Again he got the first and the second bars, dropped on the third. “Keep watching mom,” he pleaded. 5 minutes. 10 minutes. Same thing; first bar, second bar, dropped at third. Then suddenly he got to the 4th bar out of 6. Now he plea had turned into a self-motivating mantra. “Again,” he said. And with each drop, “AGAIN.” 4 bars to the 5th bar. 15 minutes, 17 minutes, 20 minutes. 5th bar! Then within one more minute…6 bars…and the landing on the other side! He looked at me BEAMING. I screamed in delight! Determination. Not one cry, whine, or moment of self-doubt squeaked out. Just the word, “AGAIN.” and the look of determination. With this boys lack of fear and powerful determination…I can’t wait to see the plans that God has for him!
Now he is our monkey bar master! Across any set of monkey bars you put in front of him.. Gymnastic bars too? Yes! Flips upside down…and lets go of his hands to hang. He can even pull himself on adult size gymnastic rings into a full flip!
Not even 4 years old yet…Go August go!