Easter 2016

As I continue to grow older, the importance behind the greatest day on Earth becomes such a sincere one. I literally can remember just how the chills run up my arms as the story is told. How the tears feel my eyes and just how much I want to raise my hands in worship as we sing, "O' Glourious Day."

I posted yesterday on Facebook that, "Ifs not about the bunny, it's all about the lamb" as a very important reminder to myself. I often get so very caught up in my large bunny feet trail that leads to their baskets, or even the jelly bean poop that's left behind that I forget the purpose - my purpose. I feel like this in life a lot of times but then my four year graciously brings me back to reality when he asks for me to tell him {again} why Jesus died on the cross for our sins. 

While our baskets were small and simple this year, our hearts were full. Our family and gatherings was absolutely wonderful. To be able to be under two different roofs with my children along side aunts, grandparents, cousin and even great grandparents is such a blessings. We never realize sometimes when we grow up having small families, just how much a large family can be a blessing. 

I may overly love playing the roles of different characters, it is so so very important that I bring the true meaning of each holiday to the eye of my children. Since our months of Charli believing in these fictional attributes that come along with materialized holidays, I hope as parent that I remember that...  My greatest contribution to the kingdom may not be something I do, but someone I raise.