Planting seeds with overzealous young 'uns. . .
I also succumbed just a little bit to our culture's tendency to search high and low for the perfect Easter attire. Odd, isn't it, that a day we spend celebrating our Saviour throwing off His graveclothes, we feel the need to array ourselves in some kind of splendour? But it is a glorious celebration. Every year, I wish I had spent more time preparing my heart, remembering the Passion, and anticipating the wonder to come. And every year, I still stand in awe of my Jesus, the price He paid, the agony He endured, and the overwhelming joy I feel on Resurrection morning!
I'm actually quite pleased with the imperfection of this family photo. We're not perfect people and I'm not even going to pretend we are. Hopelessly flawed, yet forever grateful for His grace.