Spirit-whispered to my inner ear in the foyer at church Sunday, as I watched my son and the other kids hunt for Easter eggs:
The hunt. It’s not the
keeping but the finding, not
finding but being found.
I am glad to be hunted, glad to be caught. I will live a resurrected life today, as much as I am able. Since tomorrow I have to “die” again anyway, why not enjoy today?
- What Does The Easter Bunny Have To Do With It? (theeyeheard.wordpress.com)