I wish I had a picture of Kenan picking up eggs at this morning’s hunt. As it is, I will have to fix the images in my mind of him pointing, then hopping like a bunny and bending over to pick it up, then doing it all again. Kinda like the Beast character from the movie when he has a snowball fight with Beauty. They are growing up so fast, changing so fast. Thank God for pictures, and for Aliyah who is always taking some.
Last night we had our annual foot washing. We started with a few hymns (we are just not singing these enough at church; anyone else notice this?), then read the passages about the Last Supper. Later we went around and shared what Easter means to us. I was pleased that even the younger ones had some great things to say.
Tomorrow is full, from Sonrise Breakfast to a family supper. I am looking forward to it. I didn’t get anything new to wear, thinking I would wear my purple dress I wore last year. It would have looked totally different, as last year I was sporting a pretty big belly in April. But this afternoon I was downstairs and found a sweater and skirt I think will look pretty good, handmedowns from my sister. The outfit should coordinate with others in the family, as I want to try to get some good pictures of us all.
Of course, nothing I have mentioned so far has anything to do with the true meaning of Easter. Thank You, Jesus, for giving Your LIFE for me. We started watching The Passion of the Christ last night and I noticed how even before Your trials, You likely were led away from Gethsemane tied up in such a way that it made it hard to walk upright. You were bowed low, even then, for me. Help me to die to my pride like You did.