Yes, you read that correctly. No, I didn’t make a typo. My 3-year-old calls ‘Easter eggs’ “bunny eggs”. I think it’s quite endearing, myself.
As my son and I were perusing Wal-Mart this morning in search of a few necessities, we stumbled upon the candy and Easter bunny section of the store. My Little hasn’t really received a fully loaded Easter basket, per se. We have traditionally hunted eggs at a formal egg hunt, as well as within our own backyard. Rather than celebrating the fictitious Easter bunny, I like to think of the whole “egg hunt” tradition as a celebration of Spring. To me, the commercialized Easter bunny seriously cheapens the true meaning of Easter, which is Christ’s death, burial and resurrection, affording believers life eternal with our Savior.
So, with all this in mind, rather than indulging in all the commercialism, I decided to purchase 12 plastic eggs. I have now filled each one with different Scripture of the biblical account of the real Easter story, along with some trinkets to aid in bringing the story to life for my son. I’m really excited about it! These “resurrection eggs” as they’re called aren’t anything new. In fact, they can be bought already filled, or you can make them on your own, as I chose to do. As I’ve been preparing these eggs, my son has been very curious even leading him to ask questions.
Statistically speaking, we as parents have an incredibly small window in which to teach our children about Jesus and hopefully lead them to Christ. I am convicted to not waste any time. I’m not trying to be a spoiler of all things fun; I just want to make every moment count. I don’t want to glaze over the truth for the fun.
Take a moment to ponder: Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.” (John 14:6)
Happy Easter as we celebrate the risen Savior, the reason for our hope!
As a Mom, do you ever feel that you have spiritual gifts that are not being utilized? Gifts that you once enjoyed employing, but now are not? I know I do. As a matter of fact, I’ve struggled with it over my short time of being a Mommy. Not that I am not loving being a Mom, but I miss having something that is mine. Something that I do. Something I contribute. I know, as I’m writing this, it sounds as if I’m contradicting myself, as being a Momma should be fulfilling enough.
I recently heard someone speak on this subject and it so inspired me! As a songwriter and singer, this person shared that after becoming a Mom, she feared that she could possibly lose her ability to do what she once loved doing–songwriting. She feared she might even forget her skill after having not used it. I found myself relating to every word she shared. No, I’m not a songwriter or singer, but I do have God-given gifts, as do we all.
Important to remember: there is a time and season for every thing under the sun (read Ecclesiastes). Sometimes our roles in life change for a period of time. That doesn’t mean we will lose our ability to write or lead or sing or whatever. What is encouraging is that it is in these different seasons of life that actually give our gifts color and depth. Our talents are refined, even broadened.
We can ask God to give us opportunities to utilize our gifts in all seasons of our life. If we aim to honor Him with our God-given gifts (James 1:17), how much more will He provide opportunities for their use? Seeking Him and His wisdom might just surprise you. He may have something just for you, just for this season that will blow your socks off….and inspire someone else.
I’m not gonna lie…one of my favorite things to do in this season of my life especially, is to share good conversation with a friend over coffee. It’s “me” time. I never imagined how depleted my mind would become as a SAHM. You know the drill, you have something on your mind to tell your husband or to tell a friend and then “poof!” as quickly as the thought came into your mind, it’s gone to a place I’ve not been lucky enough to find. Or, when you are fortunate enough to recall what it is you’re wracking your brain to remember, your train of thought is suddenly derailed and “poof!” it’s gone just the same, much like a hard drive of a computer being wiped clean.
So, after a busy couple days, I was thrilled to have coffee time with a dear friend. We met and we talked for nearly 4 hours, closing the coffee shop even. It was pretty much heaven on earth for me! We excitedly trade thoughts and get to complete sentences! One of the many topics we covered was happiness. We came to the conclusion, rather she did and I took it in like a sponge, that we have to find our own happiness. We can’t depend on our friend, child, spouse or parent to fulfill us in that way. It’s not even possible to find it in things or experiences, which are fleeting and based on emotions. We must train our brains to think good and true things rather than indulge in negative ‘garbly gook’, as I call it, about ourselves and even others (Phil. 4:8). We need to try to see ourselves as God sees us; He considers us the apple of His eye (Psalm 17:8).
My friend and I certainly didn’t solve any big mysteries or find the cure to cancer, but we were able to encourage one another, find some truth and even discover some secrets to a more fulfilled life. Among the busyness and sometimes the rat-race of life, it’s easy to focus on the bad stuff or just the negative junk, plaguing us all. It takes a well-trained brain and thought life, focused on God’s truth and proper perspective, to banish the ugly stuff. Don’t allow the enemy to corrupt the “hard drive” of your brain. Take the time to “reboot” and “refresh” as often as necessary to find the joy and happiness that is yours for the taking.