*Much thanks to Debra Dickey-Liang for serving as today’s guest contributor!*
E is for eggs we deco-ra-ted,
A is for all of them to hide.
S is for children who were see-king,
T is for the tots who find the most.
E is for extra help from Mommy,
R is running back when you are done.
Put them all together, they spell EA-STER, a word that for the kids means fun!
And, of course, the other way to look at Easter would be, the Resurrection. There is no question that I am eternally grateful for the sacrifice on the cross that was made for me, and all humanity, by the Son of God, Jesus. Although I know, and He knew, that He was part of a Greater Plan, I cannot presume to even minutely grasp the suffering He endured to bring that plan to Perfect Fulfillment , nor as a mother, can I even begin to comprehend the anguish that Mary bore during that terrible, but fateful time, as she watched her son perish, in Absolute Submission and Perfect Obedience for the cause that He was sent to earth to accomplish.
I am grateful that Jesus rose again, and that He lives among us still. I am grateful for the Comforter, the Holy Spirit, Who dwells within us, testifies of Christ, leads us, strengthens us, encourages us, and intercedes for us.
I am grateful that the Power of God is Ultimate, Omnipotent, and Final.
I am grateful for my generous and childless great-aunt Dean who cared enough to pick me up to go to church with her when I was younger, then bring me home again, so that I might come to know these things, and therefore have the opportunity to begin a personal relationship with Him.
I am grateful for the many followers who loved and cared for Jesus while He lived and walked among them on this earth. I am so grateful for the love that God gives to me, as His child, the care that he extends because I am His, and the ‘peace of God that passeth all understanding’… (Phillipians 4:7) because I belong to Him — all possible because of the selfless and hallowed supremacy of Jesus Christ my Lord.
At this season, and always, let us truly remember the price that was paid for our everlasting spiritual freedom, the cost of which can never be measured by mortal description. Hallelujah! He arose!
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