Growing up, Easter was a big deal in our house. If I am honest—all holidays were. My grandma used to even leave a Halloween
present from “The Great Pumpkin” for my brother and I. Yes. THE GREAT PUMPKIN. As in “It’s the Great Pumpkin Charlie
Brown.” I KNOW, RIGHT. We grew up in that house, every holiday is an
excuse to go overboard! I loved every
minute of it. And I want to be the SAME
WAY with my kids!
So Easter. New poofy
dress. Shiny patent leather shoes. Pictures with the Easter Bunny. Church.
Big family Easter dinner with delicious ham and all of my Grandma’s best
side dishes. Egg Hunt. Baskets. Pastel
colors everywhere.
My childhood was full of difficulties. I share so much about
that when I write and speak… but it was also filled with memories that are
treasured, special and filled with love and beauty. Easter Sundays are some of my favorite
memories. My two favorite holidays are
Thanksgiving and Easter. If I had to
choose, Easter would win. Not just
because the world I grew up in, in America, gets blanketed by pastel colors
(and chocolate) but because JESUS.
Nyasha and I have been married for almost two and a half
years. That first year is a
whirlwind. The second was crazy town for
us because BABY. Now we are trying to settle in a figure out things like, how
will we as a family celebrate Easter.
Obviously I want to recreate my amazing family Easter
memories. I want my kiddos growing up
with a house full of people-with laughter and love the signs of celebrating a
resurrected Jesus. Ru loves Easter egg
hunts. We have established the egg tradition well.
We are considering something new this year. Serving.
It seems like the most appropriate way to celebrate Jesus as the
resurrected Saviour. Our family knows
and loves Jesus. Our kids are growing up
with Jesus at the center of their home.
I do not say this with any arrogance, I say this from a place of
desperation. I screwed my life up so
badly, that all I have today is totally dependent upon the grace I have been
granted. I am so thankful that my kiddos
get to see this me, the one that loves Jesus.
Lil Viv is 13 months old and already clasps her hands in prayer when we
pray. That fills my heart with such
JOY.
So how will we celebrate Jesus’ resurrection this
Sunday? I am sure we will paint
eggs. I am sure we will do a hunt. I am certain that as a family we will try to
serve someone well. Check back here and
I will let you know how it goes!
Easter 2015 with Grandma!
How does your family celebrate Easter?
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