I made a fabulous Easter dinner. Everyone loved it, and I felt like a real wifey type person. I even made things from scratch.
Yep. I did.
I think that “Christ the Lord is Risen today” is a great hymn, and I am sure Jesus loves it…but I’m still singing it today. When I’m trying to get it out of my head, I will sing it at Grant. He’s starting to frown even.
We went to two church services today. One at our old church, because they do the Passion play during the service and I wanted to see it without paying for it because….well were broke, and it’s 80’s tastic and I don’t want to pay to see it. It was chro-magnum Jesus at his best. I don’t say that to be rude. I say that because the man who plays Jesus channels David Hasselholf more than our Lord and Savior. It’s still a very good show, but next year I will just go to my church.
It’s amazing to me to walk into that place, and compare the Christian I was then, with the Christian I am now. I used to think that I felt God running around there. Now I know that God’s with me and not the place, and I like everyone else to be feeling that too. It felt more like, “It’s Easter, and my mom made me put on a nice shirt and go to church.” than celebrating what Easter really is.
At my church there was lots of good, loud, worshipping craziness. It was awesome. Last year at Easter, I was seven months pregnant and looking for life in church. And now a year later I have a nine month old with TWO teeth, a gaggle of friends, and hope. Lots and lots of adbundant hope.
And Grant did very well during both services. He didn’t do well with the Grandma’s this weekend however and it makes me feel SO terrible. He just wants me, and whines for me, and I feel bad, because I know they wanted to see him, but he’s just looking for me. He goes through these phases where he does this.
T-minus four days until I live in a house. Yeesssssss.
And T-minus three months until I have a one year old. *Sniffle*
