I have been thinking a lot lately. There has been a lot that has been happening in my life.
I began to think why I love Easter so much. As a child it was always my favorite holiday. Doesn’t that seem odd that it wasn’t Christmas? But then I always knew it was because my birthday was around Easter. As I got older and knew that Easter was a time to rejoice in Jesus’ Resurrection, I think I just knew that I loved Easter but didn’t quite know why.
This past year I had to teach in the day care on Easter. But not Easter I tell you, but eggs and headbands, pastels, bunnies, babies. This is not Easter. Easter is a time to remember that Jesus Christ love you so much that He died to give you life. Before you were born He knew you and loved you that much. Perfection that is never to be seen again on this earth from another human being. And it broke my heart to know that most of the world does not realized how precious that is. To know why and what Jesus did on that cross thousands of years ago. And to not be able to teach children about Jesus is one of the most difficult things.
Jesus is Real. He’s real in my life and my prayer is that he becomes real in the lives of the people I know and those I don’t know. He strives to have a relationship with you and will never force you to have it but will be patiently waiting, and wanting to throw His arms around you the instant you ask Him to.
Easter is more than a Holiday, and I do believe that is why I love it.
