Remember wearing Easter bonnets when you were a kid, with fluffy dresses and shiny shoes? Mom’s photo albums contain pics of us standing in a row in the front yard in our dress-up clothes. I don’t remember going to church, but we must have. We colored eggs, and Dad hid them inside on cold years and outside on warmer ones. Once, a few months after Easter, I found an egg in my underwear drawer. No odor prompted the discovery, just a rolling object going clunk-clunk.
Easter preparations are different for me now. While I search for favorite recipes for our special dinner, I’m also recalling the spiritual meaning of the day. Together with a small group of friends from church, we’ve been reading Sinclair Ferguson’s Lessons from the Upper Room. Its focus is on Jesus’ last night with His closest friends before His arrest and execution. Ferguson asks, “Has your life been fragrant with His humility and grace?” Because Jesus Christ lives in me, I want to know.
This year, I anticipate making memories with family and friends, enjoying traditional food, and maybe having an egg hunt. But Easter touches me every day because Jesus walks with me through each one.
A Goldilocks Life 