Empty Eggs

The wonderful thing about Easter is that it's a holiday geared around the resurrection of God's son! What a great thing to celebrate! In church we talked about how the best egg is the "empty" egg. The Sunday school kids actually blew the stuff out of a real egg (my youngest convinced the teachers that blowing "hurt" her jaw and they blew hers out...hehe!) and got to bring home a perfectly good egg that was completely empty. Les told us that God rolled the stone away from the grave for US! Clearly, Jesus in his resurrection body could've walked right through that stone that had been rolled in front of the tomb! God chose to move the stone so that we could believe in him and see for ourselves the miracle of Easter morning. The tomb was empty: except for the neatly folded grave clothes that had been left behind. 

I have gotten in the habit of giving God the credit for the small miracles and the bigger ones. When I find that perfect parking spot I thank him; when my husband gets back and forth to the hospital to visit I thank him; when the girls get to church without fighting (!!!) I thank him, and the list goes on. I have always thanked him for the BIG stuff but it's great to thank him for the little stuff, too. It keeps me close to God when I am in constantly talking to him. I find that my days are just plain better when God and I tackle the day. I am thankful that he cares about my every thought... listens to my every prayer... and always has time for me.