Our family had a great Easter weekend. All of my girls were home. School is on break and my wife was home from work on Good Friday. It seems rarer that we are all together for an entire weekend.
Although it was rainy half of the weekend, we still got to do all the secular Easter things like color eggs, stuff candy in plastic eggs and spend about thirty minutes trying to get $.99 egg dye off the kitchen counter and my two year old. She thought that it would be fun to throw the egg in the dye instead of using the wire tool to gently drop it in the dye.
So before church on Sunday morning, Wendy and I hid all the eggs before the girls got up. Katie was up first looking for eggs even before both of her eyes were open. Then we got Riley up so that they could find the eggs before we needed to get ready for the day.
We were standing in our hallway getting ready for the big hunt and Katie suggests that we pray before looking. And that she wanted to pray.
Her prayer went something like this. "Jesus, thank you for dying for my sins and thank you for Easter and the candy eggs. Amen."
Wendy and I were surprised and happy that she gets that Easter is not about a bunny and candy eggs but that it has a bigger meaning: Jesus.
After her prayer, we both had the same thought: Maybe we are doing something right after all.
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