Easter... and it's REAL meaning...

It never fails that in the midst of what I call choas/panic etc, God grabs my attention. I am so thankful for that...

Backing up... this week has not been great. Ok, it's been rather crappy. It has been one of THOSE weeks. Seemingly, not much has gone right... To name a few, my aunt passed away, Tony had surgery (the "we are not having more kids" surgery), Easter dinner is at our house (with hubby recooperating on the couch)... I went to the grocery store late last night and it dawned on me as I was buying the turkey... ("uh, this will not be thawed by morning"), in the checkout line, a big fury mouse runs by me (uh gross) but because I was in a hurry to get before mentionned Easter dinner started I didn't seem to care... the checkout lady, however, freaked out and didn't ring my groceries for what seems like an hour... (you know how long it seems when you are in a hurry!?...) Anyway, after staying up last night until a tad after 1am, turkey was cooking and the potatoes and dessert were finished... deep sigh...

This morning, another whirlwind... got both boys dressed and started to get dressed and realized that I COULD NOT for the life of me find my pants! No where. They were not (still are not) to be found. The stress of the past week seemed to catch up to me all at the moment and I found myself reciting out loud, "Lord, please throw me a bone... just throw me a bone... " while desperately searching for my black pants... (did I really think that he owed me a 'bone'? - that I somehow DESERVED to find my pants after my long week)- my selfishness now mind boggling but anyway... Bryce was upstairs with me. I wasn't sure exactly where he was but due to the pants dilemna, I had no time to look for him. I had turned on my hair straightener about 15 mins prior to heat it up while I got dressed (uh..see where this is going?) . Again reciting my selfish, completely unbiblical prayer, "Lord throw me a bone.. puhlease" I heard a clicking noise... Bryce was in the bathroom. With my straightener. He was holding the entire thing in his hands... playing with it... it was scorching hot and steam was coming from it. And by the grace of God, Bryce was not even remotely burned and even confused as to why I took it away. What a complete nightmare that would have been and the guilt I would have felt. Thank you God for throwing me a bone. Thank you for answering prayer in the most unexpected ways that always bring glory back to yourself. Thank you for getting my attention and for humbling me on a day that is all about You. Thank you for sparing my son from being burned. Thank you for telling me to slow down and stop worrying about the details and remember the big picture. Thank you for sending your only son to die for MY sins. Thank you for loving me even when I 'forget' to do the same to you. My dinner is in 50 minutes. I should be panicing but instead, I found it important to journal how the Lord grabbed my attention this morning and refocused my attention. This Easter, may you and your family remember the TRUE meaning of Easter. That an amazing-the one and only- Savior sent his son to die on the cross and on this day, He was raised to life so that we may have eternal life. May God bless you and your family!