Easter Baskets as Throw up Buckets

This Easter was an interesting one for me. I found my Lenten season a fantastic lead up to the date but once Good Friday and Easter Sunday actually arrived it ended up being not as touching as I had hoped. That is not to say that I didn't have a great visit with family but I do so love my church family and I find it sad that whenever there is an extremely important holiday we have to choose between being with my family or attending our church. Since family tends to take precedence we spend important holidays at my parents church instead and I don't find the speaking as engaging or illuminating as it is at Elevation.

This Easter we had another issue. The kids and I got sick. Alex seemed fine but threw up on Friday night. Saturday everyone seemed fine and Easter Sunday started out well but during the service Trinity fell asleep and she wanted to head home as soon as things ended. I wasn't feeling well myself and the two of us spent a while in the afternoon sleeping until I could manage to stay awake to visit with my Aunt and Uncle. Once we packed up to head home Trinity started throwing up and though my stomach was turning all day I did manage to keep everything down. It turns out Easter baskets double as good throw up buckets and we traveled home with our little trouper clutching her basket and dozing off when she could.

Just like that Easter was over.

So I started thinking last night, did I miss my chance? Easter is over so now I just wait till next year? Then I actually thought about what I did do this weekend. I had a great chance to visit with my cousin. I went out with her and her boyfriend twice and it was great to get to know her on a different level than I have for a while. I'm the oldest cousin and she is the youngest so although we have always been around each other the age difference used to mean a lot more. It was great to connect with her in a new way now that age doesn't seem as much a factor.

Love is what I have been thinking about this Lent and Easter. Love for ourselves that spreads to others once we find it. So really I think this was an appropriate ending for my lent. To be able to build a more loving connection with the people that matter is exactly what I feel I should be doing right now, and always. So although playing some poker and going out to the bar might not seem like the most likely culmination for this Lent I think I was right were I was supposed to be.

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