The first Easter I was married, I cried (and threw a bit of a hissy fit) because my husband of three months said we didn't have enough money for an Easter dress.
So, I called his mother.
I got two dresses that first wedded year.
And so when I randomly say on Twitter:
For me, Easter has always held an air of excitement. And it hasn't always been about Jesus (see above). Our world has pushed Him out of His own Resurrection Day and I've followed along. Stores are stuffed with Easter Apparel, chocolate bunnies and pastel junk.
What will my kids wear on Easter Sunday?? What will I wear??
Um, who cares? (Can I say that? Yes, because clearly, I've cared too much in the past). I don't have a problem with a pretty coordinating outfit, but if that is our ONLY preparation for the Holy Day, then we've become just like the world.
The world has taken Christ out of Easter and made it an overblown holiday about a bunny and new clothes.
I was watching a video with my 3 year old this week about The Easter Story. When they showed Jesus in the Garden of Gethsamne, praying, alone with his closest friends, snoring in the background, I cried.
But I saw myself in the slumbering disciples. Yawning away the significance of the day, consumed with myself in His moment.
I don't want to be asleep anymore. When He shows me the poor, I want to be alert. When He moves me with compassion for the lost, I want to jump.
I'm awake and it feels good.
This year, I have no idea what I'm wearing on Easter (and if you do, I'm truly happy for you. My kids are wearing clothes I bought off season last year. I'm just wrestling with myself here and you're getting to read it) and I'm completely fine with it.
I'm rebelling to the way I've lived. I'm opposing my own love of the world and all it's stuff.
I'm preparing my heart for Him.
[*Y'all know this isn't really about a dress, right? It's just about me caring too much about a dress and a lot of other unimportant things. Africa is helping me see differently, more clearly.]
(disclaimer: there WILL be Reese's Peanut Butter Eggs. . . because I'm not that holy)
How are you preparing for Easter?