When my boys were little (6, 4 and 2), I determined to tell the Easter Story in a meaninful way. After much searching, I found a practical tool using plastic eggs from the dollar store.
But for that particular Easter, I didn’t want to fill them with chocolate.
I wanted to fill them with items that told the resurrection story, one egg at a time.
When it came time to pack up for Nana and Grandpa’s house, my project was still incomplete.
I brought the empty plastic eggs in case I could still pull it off. With a deep breath, I decided ‘good enough’ would be okay for this Easter story. It would simply have to be okay.
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Everyone pitched in to help.
The Aunties and Uncles ran the chocolate hunt, to buy me some time.
Nana helped me choose thorns from her rosebush to represent the crown placed on Jesus.
I raided Grandpa’s money shoe for 3 dimes to represent thirty pieces of silver.
We gathered cloves for the spices used for the burial.
And, of course, the last egg was left empty.
Please do not picture a Norman Rockwell painting.
It was so far from perfect.
My little boys wanted to sword fight with the toothpicks.
They argued over who got to hold the money.
I certainly raised my voice at least once. Even though it was a long time ago, I do remember being frustrated and almost giving up.
If this was a movie, the whole scene would have been labelled ‘Outtakes.’
I really didn’t think they were listening.
But as I look back at these pictures, I realize I was wrong.
They were listening.
And to think I almost gave up because it wasn’t going to be perfect.
Never stop sharing your truth.
Keep bringing love and depth to your kids, even in the midst of silliness.
Whisper truths about hope and forgiveness while the kids giggle and play.
And keep sharing as these Littles turn into Bigs. They are precious in His sight.
I think I might pull out those resurrection eggs again this year. (Did I mention they sell them premade now?)
Or even better – I’ll have the Big Boys tell the story to their Little Brother. Toothpick swords and all.
May your Easter be filled with the understanding of Christ’s sacrifice for imperfect us and our families. And may we receive the Easter miracle we so desperately need.
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