Trumping the Easter Bunny

When our girls were growing up

Stuart used to complain that 

The Easter Bunny and Santa

 got too much credit.

They brought all the good stuff.

Now with grand kids

this story changes.

 This morning we loaded up and 

headed down the road to the kids' house.

We had a gift in tow.

 Aubrie kept saying she wanted a bunny or a fish for Easter.

Actually, she harped about it.

She ran that train into the ground.

I asked Pa Stuart what were his thoughts.

I asked their mom, Annie.

She said she didn't care.

She really said that.

So, Stuart said he would see a man about some rabbits.

Our neighbor had 8.

And a hutch he wasn't using.

Free.

Now that was a deal.

So we got 3 males.

No birth control required.

Lucy, no reproduction 'splaining to do. 

The kiddos were hunting eggs and 

unwrapping chocolate 

when we got there.

When we said there is a surprise outside

the stampede started.

They were surprised.

They named them 

Max, Roger, and Kevin.

I think Freaked,  Scratching Your Arm, 

and No Way IN Hell You Are Holding Me

would be better names.

Maybe it was the truck ride...

but these rabbits aren't digging the new digs.

I hope time will settle them down.

But the rabbits' displeasure wasn't noticed.

(And no, that isn't Kentucky blue grass.

Annie spray painted in her yard.

I cannot be held responsible...

I can't care.)

Someone got her Easter wish.

Someone got his too.

Ain't that the berries?

Easter ...a repost

Happy Easter to everyone. 
I am so thankful
that God sent his Son to save me.
I am so thankful that his grace is greater
than my sin. 
May you know the peace of having Jesus
as your personal Savior.

(I am re-posting this from last year.)


As Easter approaches

the mother in me 

cannot stop thinking

about Mary, the mother of Jesus.

How must she have felt

to see her oldest son falsely accused,

to see him beaten until his flesh tore,

to hear the howlings of the crowd calling to crucify him,

to see the love of her heart nailed to a cross, 

 to watch as his tortured body hung on that cross

while the crowd mocked him,

to watch his breathing get harder, 

to see him gasp for air,

to watch him die, 

and even worse

to see his heart, with all it's love, be broken?

I cannot fathom how she must have felt.

But I know she understood.

She knew his death meant life,

life of the spirit.

And that the living spirit is love.

She rejoiced at his resurrection.

She welcomed the Holy Spirit 

after his Ascension into Heaven.

She knew that he had entered his kingdom.

His kingdom isn't about pageantry

but about total perfection.
It is not about greatness but his goodness.

He is the only king who can rule hearts 

and heal them with his own wounds.
She realized he would be reborn in the lives
of the lowly and the humble again and again.

Mary knew the truth.

She knew that that terrible day

was not an ending, but a wonderful beginning.

Under the shadow of his cross,

we can find love and a new life.

It is there for our taking.

All we need to do is ask.
Happy and Blessed Easter everyone!

For God sent not His Son into the world

to condemn the world; 

but that the world through Him might be saved.

John 3:17

My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me.
I give eternal life, and they will never perish, and no one will snatch them out of my hand.
John 10:27,28