Easter Bonnets and Light Sabers

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Oh, the Easter Bonnets. The spring dresses in all shades of exquisite pastel glory. The ribbons...the lace...the pink. The accessories. The little matching purses and hairbows. The delicate patent leather shoes over ruffled tights. They are everywhere in all their Eastery-goodness. The baby girls...sigh.

Today, I put new batteries in the light saber. All boy...all the time. No bonnets and lace here. Which probably explains my desperate need to hoard all things pink. Pink golf clubs, pink skorts, pink golf balls, pink carpet - (O.K., it's "burgundy" and it was the nineties), pink nail polish, pink lip gloss, pink flip flops. But no pink Easter Bonnets.

Light Sabers and baseballs, grass stains on the jeans, and band-aids on the wounds. Golf clubs and football cards. But no Easter bonnets.

We will color the eggs and decorate them with Easter symbols. There will be more than one Easter egg hunt. We will get out the Redemption Eggs and tell the story of Jesus' death and ressurrection with tangible symbols that make it easy for children (and adults) to grasp the meaning. We will watch a cartoon video telling the Easter story on Good Friday, and will read the bible. And, I may watch The Passion, again. To remember...to reflect...on the gift of His sacrifice...the gift I could never grasp with my human mind. The gift that sets me free, redeems my sin, makes me a new creation, promises eternal life.

On Easter morning...

For James, a suit and tie because he loves a good reason to put on his suit. Such a romantic little lover boy that one. And, for Timothy...whatever he grabs...my guess, jeans and a polo. He's fifteen. We pick our battles. Some years I would buy a new Easter dress because you really can't beat a new Easter dress. But this year, in the spirit of simplification and living wisely, I'll pull out my favorite spring floral dress. And, yes...it has pink in it! Tim will probably wear a polo or button up shirt.

And, after eating candy for breakfast,(washed down with one of the overabundant hard boiled eggs taking over the refrigerator) we will leave the sweet-smelling ham covered in my brown sugar- honey mustard marinade, the cheesy potatoes, the corn casserole waiting on warm in the oven and head to church. As we tear ourselves away from the enticing smells of the Easter feast, we'll try not to trip over a putter, a light saber or a lego creation. (Or our dog Rex who always seems to stand up at the wrong time...but that's another story.)

The church will be filled with baby girls dressed in Easter dresses and bonnets (or adorable stylish little matching hats and purses). I will smile and straighten James' little clip-on tie and smooth his hair, with a contented sigh. My gaze will wander to Tim's hands folded in prayer, and Timothy's head of thick, curly hair. A head that sits taller than me. With a satisfied nod, I will allow the blessings to wash over me. And, I will thank God for the legos and the light sabers.

And we will worship together because He is Risen. Our Jesus came. He died on a cross, in our place, for the forgiveness of our sins. He rose on the third day. And He lives. He reigns.

We will rejoice...He is Risen indeed!

Bless you and yours this Easter Season...May we all make time to remember the gift of our Savior's sacrifice with a grateful heart.