Wee Humble Cottage

Two of the smaller gems in the ring of my life were just with me. Bunnies of chocolate, marshmallow peeps, Easter egg hunt. They're little, they loved it. We're big, we know better. We know about the original egg. That large rock egg that rolled from the tomb. The gates of Heaven thrown open by the God Man who stepped out. We can go home again. We stripped Him, beat Him to a pulp, jammed thorns into His skull, and nailed Him to a tree. And we couldn't stop Him. He loves us! He loves me!!! I can do marshmallow peeps, but I get a lump in my throat every time I think about it. Easter Sunday wherever you are, whatever you're doing, take a nano-second and say thanks. It'll make the grass in your basket a lot greener. God bless, and have a Holy Easter!