I really, really need to sit down and make a long drawn-out post of all the super fun things we've done in the past couple of weeks but I just don't have time for that today! We had a fabulous visit with my parents and I took a ton of pictures (over 300 actually) but since today is "Basket Day" -in our family the day we hunt eggs and exchange Easter goodies- I wouldn't have time to do it any justice.
I cannot however let this day pass without noting the true meaning of all this candy, plastic grass and gaudy baskets. I cannot think of the Cross without crying. My Jesus gave His own precious, perfect life so that I can live. The true meaning of Easter is, of course, the awesome Resurrection, but to think of the suffering of my Savior breaks my heart. Don't let it bypass you: HE GAVE HIS LIFE FOR YOU. If that does not bring you to your knees with tears in your eyes then you are not giving it enough thought. Thank You, sweet Jesus for giving Your life for mine. Let me live in a way worthy of Your sacrifice.
"Were you there when they crucified my Lord? Were you there when they crucified my Lord? Oh, oh, oooh, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble. Were you there when they crucified my Lord?"
"May I never boast except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, through which the world has been crucified to me, and I to the world."