Saturday, March 26, 2016

Reese's Eggs & The Risen Savior.....We Love Both.

Let me first start out saying that the order used in this blog post title in no way indicates my greater love.


In this house, we dye eggs. 
We hunt for them. 
We leave out baskets. 
We hunt for those too. (the benefit of being a middle-age mama is that you really do get to (ahem...need to) hunt for yourself)
The Easter Bunny visits during the night (ok, the wee hours of morn) and sometimes, our youngest even hears him leave (I beg of you, please don't tell him).

We, as in, every single person that resides in this home, as well as the one that ditched us for a higher education, love Reese's Eggs.  
I mean, we Looooove our Reese's Eggs. 

**Please let me interject here that if you haven't yet tried this amazing confection, you simply must run to your nearest retailer. They are, in fact, the precise and perfect ratio of creamy peanut butter and milk chocolate.

But I digress.

So to recap:

We dye and hunt for eggs.
We leave out baskets and await the big bunny.
We indulge in Reese's Eggs, without guilt, because after all; they do come but once a year.

Oh, and one more thing:


We adore Him. We praise Him. We worship Him. We follow Him. We strive to be like Him and walk with Him.......daily.

We know Him from His birth, and His death, and His resurrection.

We cry at the foot of the cross on Good Friday and we rejoice at the Empty Tomb on Easter Morning.

We seek Him.
(and unlike the eggs and baskets, we are sure to find Him when we do)

Oh, and we love Reese's eggs. 


His death was for life.
His resurrection was for hope.
His promise was for future.
His eternal. 

May you and yours enjoy a most beautiful and blessed Easter (she writes while licking the last residue of Reese's off her lips) ~

Love & Hugs,

Friday, March 18, 2016

Move In. Clean House.

When you move into a new place, the first thing you gotta do is......clean house. (At least that's what my mama taught me, how about you?)
We take possession, and then we grab the Ajax. The Endust. The Clorox bleach. (Oh how I hate that smell, just ask my mama)
Why do we do it?
Because it's important that we start fresh.
And clean. And free of cobwebs. (ewww spiders)
The land will be given to you, but if you don't force out the'll have trouble.
God's instructions to the Israelites.
Listen, I'm giving you the land, providing you with a new home, but when you'll need to clean house.
Those cobwebs of your past?
They need to go.
That dirt of guilt and unforgiveness?
Get the broom.
Those streaks of shame and bitterness?
Break out the Windex.
Fear. Worry. Anxiety. Doubt. Resentment.
Seriously, they're taking up too much closet space. (and that's some sacred space, amen ladies?)
Move in. ----> He's given it.
Clean house. ----> And live free.
(Cuz sharp hooks and thorns really hurt...ever step on a Lego?)
Friends, God offers us a new home through His Son. Actually, He paid for it.
In full. (Hello, no mortgage)
Move in.
Clean house.
Live free.
(Ahhh....a girl can almost smell the Pine much better than bleach)

{What I saw in Numbers 33:54-55 NCV this Friday morning, and I'm just so glad you're here}