easter sunday

...a small, quiet tribute to my Savior...

easter is my favorite holiday. (closely followed by valentine's day, as i'm sure you've read). i love easter for three reasons, which i've listed below in least to most importance:

3) it's pretty and springy. it always brings out fun dresses and pretty colors at church, and elicits feelings of new growth and warmth and yellow and sun. i particularly love daffodils, pastel colors, and budding flowering trees that come with easter time. 

2) it has the best candy, hands down: cadbury chocolate is miraculous, whether it's just a crunchy, mini cadbury egg or a cadbury creme egg or a colorful peep or delicious, fruity jelly beans... i could eat my way through easter every year. 

1) it means i'm saved. 

thank the Lord. literally.

you know what easter is about: the day that our God, in the human form of a lowly man, came back ALIVE. i mean, seriously- the wonder of that is lost on me so often, but i love to ponder really, what that means. could you imagine if one of our celebrities just died one day- we performed our own version of the hunger games with celebrities or something, killing them off one by one on national tv, and then the last one standing (let's say gillian michaels, cause i feel like she'd win at hunger games and the game name is ironic) actually died. and we watched her die, televised, and then had a beautiful, touching funeral for her and watched her be buried. and then three days later, after the hoopla died down, she CAME BACK TO LIFE. i mean, seriously, back to life: living, breathing, hanging out with us. showing up, letting the general public touch her fatal wounds, and making post-mortem work out videos and inspiring us all for at least 40 more days (cause if she could work out post death, then who are we to be lazy?!). our worlds would be ROCKED, to the core. we would NEVER stop talking about that! 

guess what? that happened. but it happened bigger. and better! 

but it happened like, 2000 years ago. 

the thing is, i don't want to forget it, and want to keep talking about it.even though it was like, so long ago. because not only was that a radical miracle, but it saved my life. 

just seven short years ago, i was a mess, a messy messy wreck of a mess. and then, well, somehow i swallowed my pride and let Jesus in. and now i'm still messy messy messy, but i'm not a wreck. i'm moving forward and doing things and helping people and helping myself (as they say) but i know, no matter WHAT i do, at the end of the day, i have Jesus, who saved me. and God views me as wonderfully made and beautiful and perfect because He sees me through the lens of Jesus. 

and every day, i get busy and i forget. and i think i do this whole life thing alone and rock at it. but at least once a year (hopefully more), i get to stop, and give credit where credit is due, and thank my Lord and Savior Jesus for dying on the cross to forgive my sins.

and that's why i love easter!

let's go eat a carton of peeps to celebrate!