Imperishable Beauty

It’s time for Pensieve’s Poetic License. I intended to write poetry about faith and God as much as possible, and I suppose I still could have, but the rules for the clarihew made that a little more difficult, so I thought I’d write about two of the biggest blessings God has given me. The theme is May, which obviously houses the holiday of Mother’s Day. On that note…

My momma’s nickname is Gran’ Bat.

I know you’re a little shocked to hear that.

But she’s cuckoo for bats and she didn’t like granny,

And my mother-in-law already claimed Nannie.

Here’s another. May is also Hamburger Month. No kidding? Nobody love hamburgers more than my hubby.

Have you met my husband named James?

He’s really quite picky ’bout names.

Don’t call him Jamie, or Jimmy or Jim.

The odds of him answering are quite very slim.

To top it all off.. I’ll be spending Memorial Day with both of them.

Stop by Robin’s for more poetry!

My children and I will be spending the next four days here at my mother’s house. In addition to celebrating Easter together, we’ll be celebrating Drama Queen’s 5th birthday on Monday, before returning home on Tuesday.

Although I may still pop in for some blog time, I’ll mainly be spending time with my family.

I encourage each of you to spend some quality time with your family this weekend, celebrating Christ and his resurrection together.

God Bless!

Easter is a holiday surrounded in controversy and emotion. Even amongst Christians, there are many different opinions over which are acceptable traditions. However, how you celebrate Easter does not matter as much as what you celebrate about Easter. Do you celebrate a big, fuzzy bunny? Do you celebrate new life and re-birth and mother earth? Do you celebrate a risen King, one who was sacrificed for sin and then resurrected by a Sovereign God? These are the lines that divide the most. The many different paths that take you there are open for interpretation.

For me, my dissatisfaction with our Easter celebrations began three years ago. My eldest daughter was five. For several Easter’s prior, we had attempted to happily integrate some common childhood celebrations into our Easter tradition. We own a set of Resurrection Eggs, and we held an Easter egg hunt at our house. Afterward, we tried to read through the Easter story together the way the set instructs. However, I found that no matter what I tried I couldn’t keep my daughter’s attention. She was more interested in her bounty from the hunt. What did all the other little plastic eggs contain? What treasures lay inside to be discovered?

One Easter I attempted to read through the story first, but that didn’t work much better. My daughters wanted to know when the egg hunt was going to begin. When sweets and treats are in the picture, it seems, little else can compete for the child’s attention. When my daughters were 6 and 3, I began to get very anxious as Easter approached. I didn’t know what I was going to do. I did know what I did not want to do. I did not want to lose focus of the real holiday. But how? I lucked out of doing anything that year. By the time the next easter rolled around I knew exactly what I wanted to do.