I feel good today.
My elders used to tell me (and still do) about watching the sun on Easter Sunday and how extremely bright it shines--- They would say that the sun 'shouts' upon it's arrival to let the world know that the King has risen. Today, I got to marvel at just how bright the sun shone, and how grateful I am to still be here to share this.
I was in a Wal-Mart yesterday, watching the crowds fight over the Cadbury eggs, the stuffed rabbits, that plastic grass that never seems to leave your house once the package is open, and huge baskets filled with screw-top eggs and toys. I get it... It's for the kids... Of course, these things mean nothing without explaining the reason why.
My children awoke early this morning (no surprise there as a parent). As the breakfast plates emerge from the kitchen, I notice them standing at the door; my daughter saying "Jesus is telling everybody to wake up, because the sun's shouting." I stood there for a moment, attempting to maintain the delicate balance of eggs and bacon in my arms, thinking:
They got it.
I know this post isn't what you normally get here at PLANETGRIFFIN, but I believe wholeheartedly that it deserves to be said: Someone died for us all 3 days ago. Today represents his return. I'm very proud of that... And for me, there are no chocolate bunnies over faith.
A SINCERE HAPPY EASTER TO ALL MY NEXT 100