Growing up, our main Easter tradition was going to our big family egg hunt. Since we have been in Alabama, we haven't been able to spend Easter with our families. This year I was especially saddened by this because Lydia's old enough to hunt eggs and really enjoy the festivities. As I was thinking about this, a memory popped into my mind.
One year when I was little, we weren't able to go to the big egg hunt because my dad was on call. I remember being saddened by this, but my mom was determined to make it a fun Easter anyways. We had friends over to do an egg hunt in our back yard. On Easter Sunday, we got up early and made bunny biscuits. (see pictures below of Lydia and my bunny biscuits) We also were going to watch the sunrise on a blanket outside. The view from our backyard was a very small hill in a field with three crosses. It was to the west, which made for some really beautiful sunsets. My mom had the great idea that it would be so neat to sit outside and watch the sunrise over the three crosses on Easter morning. It wasn't until we all got outside, on our blankets, facing west that my dad came out. Only then did Mom realize that the sun wouldn't rise over the three crosses. It ended up being cloudy and we didn't get to watch the sun rise anyways. And the bunny biscuits burnt. But I remember my mom and dad making the day special and it was probably one of the most memorable Easters that I had. They always made it a point to share of God's love and grace with us during these memorable family times.
One year when I was little, we weren't able to go to the big egg hunt because my dad was on call. I remember being saddened by this, but my mom was determined to make it a fun Easter anyways. We had friends over to do an egg hunt in our back yard. On Easter Sunday, we got up early and made bunny biscuits. (see pictures below of Lydia and my bunny biscuits) We also were going to watch the sunrise on a blanket outside. The view from our backyard was a very small hill in a field with three crosses. It was to the west, which made for some really beautiful sunsets. My mom had the great idea that it would be so neat to sit outside and watch the sunrise over the three crosses on Easter morning. It wasn't until we all got outside, on our blankets, facing west that my dad came out. Only then did Mom realize that the sun wouldn't rise over the three crosses. It ended up being cloudy and we didn't get to watch the sun rise anyways. And the bunny biscuits burnt. But I remember my mom and dad making the day special and it was probably one of the most memorable Easters that I had. They always made it a point to share of God's love and grace with us during these memorable family times.
As I reflected on this memory, I decided that it didn't matter if I had the perfect Easter dress for the kids, or that Lydia wouldn't get to hunt Easter eggs in a field in Konawa, OK, what matters is the memories we make and, most importantly, that Jesus rose from the dead and by His grace we are saved. This year, we made bunny bread, read through resurrection eggs and told Lydia that Jesus got booboo, and on Easter Sunday, his father, God, made them better and now we get to go to Heaven with him. Lydia might not remember anything else about Easter, but hopefully, in creating traditions and spending time as a family, we show her the love of Christ through our love for her. And one day, hopefully she will understand the importance of the cross!
