He Is Risen
Happy (belated) Easter! He is risen.
(You say) He is risen, indeed!
We attempted to go to the 8:30am service. Yeah. That didn’t happen. It’s okay. You can laugh.
After frantically picking through 476 bags of clothes, I extracted suitable Easter outfits. No, they don’t match. That requires forethought. We didn’t even have proper Easter feast food. Can’t celebrate the Lord without calories. Haha!
So, we rolled up to church almost on time which is 15 minutes late on Easter. It was packed!!!
Clearly I wasn’t operating at peak efficiency seeing as I briefly abandoned my littlest babies. Totally fine. I had parked them next to the check in desk and was just going to run my oldest two into worship a couple fifteen feet away, but couldn’t find their teachers. I finally got them situated and emerged a few minutes later to sweet church family looking around frantically for me and GJ and W wailing like they’d been kidnapped. Just sign me up for Mother of the Year.
On a positive note we ran into friends we hadn’t seen in months. They were late, too. Ha!
We ended up in the Mother’s Room where we watched the sermon on tv and the babies crawled around. It was actually pretty perfect.
On the way out the door I snagged my new lipstick from another lovely friend.
Thanks girl! Gotta love the awkward car selfie while Super T was in Walmart procuring our lunch. My wife-ing skills are legendary.
I cooked. Husband took pictures. These were the better ones. Teehee!
The other two were sleeping. But here’s one of them, too.
We ate. The kids started whining and we sent everyone upstairs . Easter was about as good as it gets.
And let’s not forget the reason we celebrate.
“But He was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed.” – Isaiah 53:5
He died for us. Let us live for Him.