Easter Sunday

Easter Eggs

Our day was full of activity both indoor and out. We dyed our Easter eggs with the help of PawPaw, Mimi, and Aunt Janet. This was lots of fun! The girl's baskets are full with bright colored eggs... 25 to be exact! The hunt is on.

Good Friday

With one clap of thunder all five of us were in bed together. I inched over to find a 'better' spot; it was 5 am. Somewhere in between going in & out of sleep, Amelia asked her typical morning question, "Where's Daddy?" I gave my usual response, "He's at work". Today the girls and I are home in honor of Good Friday.

Ellie & Amelia were thrilled to pull out their Easter baskets; goodies from previous years tucked away in the attic. "Oh, remember this Mama?" Ellie held up a pink fuzzy bunny with floppy ears. I knew we were making memories. Little did she know this particular bunny was a gift when she was a newborn in the hospital. Has it already been six years? I sat there in the floor with them immersed in my own memories, giggling in the background.

The girls decided to take their adventures outside and hide Easter eggs. I watched undetected from the window as they took turns counting & hunting. After some time I came back to the window again, only to find both sitting on blankets of Isabelle's spread out across the patio!

I've boiled eggs in anticipation of dying & decorating them for tomorrow. This is a project that requires PawPaw & Aunt Janet. All three girls are down for a nap now. How did I manage that? Some quiet time to retreat to myself.

Lost

I came home last night after Isabelle & I had been shopping and told Bill of a little boy who was lost in the store.

I was looking through the little girl clothes, Isabelle grinning from the stroller, when I heard several repeated shouts of a little boy’s name, “Anthony... Anthony?” I paid little attention as I moved to the next rack of clothes. This father was persistent as his cries became louder, “Anthony?” Then the store intercom came on with an announcement, “We have a Code Adam…” I looked up to find this father pacing the aisles in search of the little boy. Other shoppers were alerted now and begin to look around, others just continued to shop. You could feel the sense of panic in the air. Where could this little one have gone? Several minutes went by, which takes you into the unthinkable. As a parent, I could empathize with the father. His cries were getting desperate – “Anthony!” Under my breath, I asked the Lord to step in and send an angel to find this child who was lost. I was sincere in this urgent request. I quietly moved into the next section of mommy clothes, Isabelle still watching me. Shortly afterwards the intercom voice returned, “Code Adam has been cleared”. The little boy was found! I was relieved. I whispered a thank you to the Lord.

I never did see the missing boy, or the reuniting of his father… but I had notion of what that was like. God chose to respond to this young father’s pleas --- and in this I was reminded of how much the Lord does care and does “get involved”.

I Peter 5:7 Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you.

Janet once shared with me the Hebrew word for “casting” is epiriptō. Its translation means “to throw upon, place upon” (a verb, therefore requiring action). That particular morning in my reading time, I let it sink in and find its place… and then I began throwing all my cares, all my anxieties, & worries to the Lord. So thankful I know a God who cares, who responds to our cries, who finds the lost.