grace abounds

it is easter today, and i cannot really sleep. i understand it is 7:14, so i should probably be awake anyways. it does not really feel like easter to me. i believe, growing up in america, that easter does not seem like easter when we get older because the mystical bunny, who i imagine to be about the height of my parents, stops delivering candies in the spirit of the season. so when that stops, so does the holiday. but should it? it is becoming more and more of a reality to me that this is true for me. that is not to say my parent's did not preach the gospel to me throughout easter, because they did. i suppose i just took it and ran the opposite direction. easter is not about the bunny. no matter how fun he is, with his candies, toys, and good spirits. God, i pray to be broken of this mind set this rainy easter sunday. the idea that a fictitious furry friend could so easily take the place of my savior, who was beaten, stripped naked, and mocked so that he would take on my sin, imparting to me his righteousness. as it is said, it is no longer i who live, but Christ who lives in me.

Father, in the midst of my hardships, my fears, and my joys, you are good. you are holy, faithful, and loving. i beg for your hand to stir me on toward yourself, and pursuit of deeper things.