Rockin' What Ya Got

I’ve had this post in my head since last week, but just couldn’t seem to bring it to life here on the screen.   Of course life happens.  That’s first priority, right?  I remind myself of that daily.  Who am I kidding.  More like minute by minute.

Monday evening at sunset….Passover quietly began.

God is so amazing.  In the chaos that disguises itself as the dinner hour in our home (despite my desperate attempts to make it a peaceful affair), God quieted the beasts and we had an amazing time after dinner.

I’ll start at the beginning.  Well, maybe not the very beginning…I know you don’t have all day!

You see, our family, we follow Christ.  Jesus.  You’ve probably heard of him.

And, this time of year is special.  His people, the people of Israel celebrate Passover.  For our family, we like to celebrate that time as well.  Not because we are of Jewish descent directly, but because we share in that inheritance by our adoption into His family.

Have I completely lost you?  This explains the story perfectly.  Please, it will be the best click you ever make.

And, that brings us to our Monday evening with the sun quietly setting through our kitchen window and reflecting in the long mirror that shadows our rickety kitchen table.

We shared this story, this true story of Passover with our children.  They sat with shining eyes and soaked it all in.  They added parts where they knew the story.  And, we made a memory.  A good one.

Maybe, you’ve never had Easter traditions with your children.

Maybe you’ve never met Christ at all.  Maybe Easter to you is Peeps and Reese’s peanut butter eggs and dinner at grandma’s.

Whatever your thoughts are on the subject, I’ll hope you’ll take a moment and think about it.  Get still and listen.  Maybe, He’s calling your name and you’ve been so busy, you missed it.

Be still.

Listen for it.

Search your heart.

Easter.

He is alive.