My family has been working on this little Easter tree. We got the idea here. This Holy Week we have been reading our little devotions, hanging our little ornaments, and I’ve felt like a good little mama.
I’ve got my ingredients written down for the Easter basket cupcakes. The bunny dress and little plaid shirt are setting out already. I’ve had Easter egg dye and Easter basket goodies for a couple weeks now.
I LOVE Easter. I probably enjoy it more than Christmas. But today. Today is just so hard. No amount of pastels, face painting, and goodies can take away the little ornament waiting for us to hang it today.
How many times have I put Him there? I’ve hammered so many nails and twisted so many thorns.
And my husband with his kind eyes, my innocent little boy, my rosy-cheeked baby girl…
He was pierced for our transgressions;
he was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace was on him,
and by his wounds we are healed. Isaiah 53:5
Whew. I’m just glad Sunday is coming.