I guess I forgot I had a blog for a second there. But, I'm gonna write it all down now so I can read it all again one day. If your blog is a little quiet these days: dust it on off and tell your story.
I remember celebrating Easter as a kid where my sisters and I would eat ourselves into a candy coma and then lay on our parents bed clutching our stomachs, about to throw it all up. That's a fun fact for you. Easter is now my favorite holiday, cause what I couldn't grasp then, with the chocolate bunny hangover, was the gift that Christ gave me, was the price that He paid for me. And now, oh Lord, I pray that I feel the feelings of gratitude and devotion to my Jesus as strongly every day as I did this past Easter.
One of my favorite songs puts it so perfectly:
How deep the Father's love for us, how vast beyond all measure.
That He should give His only Son, to make a wretch His treasure.
It was my sin that held Him there, until it was accomplished.
His dying breath has brought me life, I know that it is finished.
I will not boast in anything, no gifts, no power, no wisdom.
But I will boast in Jesus Christ, His death and resurrection.
Brody and Foster love getting their picture taken, if you couldn't tell.
Boots full of surprises.
My mama and sisters .
Caleb and I like to do this prom pose. It's been so many years of pictures together that he knows the drill. Smile at the camera, look at each other, kiss.
This kiss is hysterical.
Our color coordinated family. Mustard yellow is the new pastel pink, if you didn't know.
Please enjoy Foster's face. He makes it at me EVERY DAY.
He lives! Happy Easter on April 4th, and every day.