For the first time in thirty-five years, I have been able to make the connection: I look around and see a symbol of life and hope. This year I spent the last few weeks hiding and moving these sparkle eggs around the house. A game for the kids and an active form of prayer as I think about the many ways the resurrection of Jesus has saved my life.
Even as Joe and I sat stuffing eggs last night, my heart said prayers. For those who are far and abroad, those we have lost touch with, those we miss who have passed on, those who are here, those who we wish we saw more, and I know God remembers even those I have forgotten.
Christ is Risen!
He is Risen Indeed!