easter

I got the "tye-dye" egg coloring kit. It was so intense. You put the egg (which is wrapped in strips of this foamy-cloth stuff) in this plastic contraption that has little holes, and then you use the injector to pick a color and put in the hole. I seriously felt like a mad scientist concocting a cholesterol free egg or something.

Like really? What would my dear old granny say if she saw me dying eggs like this? It was kind of the same way all week.

I hadn't even CHECKED to see if there were any special church times on Sunday for Easter Service, or if there was going to be a Good Friday service, but I sure had stressed out over the fact that I didn't have a new outfit/know what I was going to wear for Easter Sunday.

I was so worried about making sure I had finished Drew's Easter basket and if the Butterscotch egg nests I was going to make for work would have the RIGHT type of peanut butter eggs on top. (Reese's pastel eggs are the best FYI. and FYI Haggen does not sell them) that I don't think I prayed ONCE this entire week. Nope. Not even once.

this week was so go-go with wedding stuff and work stuff and "Easter stuff" that I didn't take a SINGLE second to slow down and think about what this was really all about.

Buuuut. I had to go to FIVE stores on Wednesday because I HAD to have the red plastic burger baskets to serve the fish and chips that I was making that night for dinner. (seriously though, cute right? with that checkered red and white paper liner?)

So busy trying to make everything perfect.

that I completely missed the point.

Easter isn't about fancy glittering Martha Stewart eggs or big full Easter baskets.

Easter is about God sending his PERFECT son to die for us, so that we no longer needed to worry or feel guilty or stress about not being perfect. because we aren't. we won't be. and we aren't meant to me.

"but he said to him, why do you call me good? There is none good except God alone." ~matthew 19:17

my chewy ooey gooey brownies are not perfect. nope. not my 6 mile run or my relationship with Drew or the way I write my blog posts.

i make it so much more difficult than it is. it's not complicated. yes, it's difficult and nerve-racking and embarrassing and scary at times. but it's not complicated.

Love one another.

and ya know what? I happened to like the un-complicated, plain and simple Easter eggs even BETTER than the fancy expenseive Tye-dyed glittery ones.

and that is what I think Easter is all about. Not the new dress and the new TOM wedges that I REALLY wanted or the calories in the cadbury creme eggs.

it's about an imperfect mess that is ONLY made perfect by loving.

no matter how hard I try and clean up my mess on my own. or how much money I spend or how skinny I get.

yep. it's about messy manicures with 6 year olds and mismatched nail polish. one of my most favorite Easter weekends so far :)