Posts made in April, 2010

My Men

Posted by Caroline on Apr 10, 2010 in Family | 0 comments

Brother

Like Brother.

Robert like Granddaddy and Granddaddy like hip 6th grader…

and Granddaddy like…lazy 18-year-old, too-cool-for-school high school senior.

Caroline like… blessed, happy, and loved.  These guys are great.  All of them.

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True Story

Posted by Caroline on Apr 9, 2010 in The Backpack | 0 comments

and if only you could see the horns plastered on top of the hood.

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Sunny Side Up Sunday

Posted by Caroline on Apr 4, 2010 in The Backpack | 0 comments

Easter.

I love an invitation to a slow-paced afternoon.
I love the candy.
The excuse to smile all day.
The reason to to spend time with family
and eat really good food.
I love Easter eggs, but I still don’t understand why a bunny brings the eggs.  Why not a hen?  I bet the hen is jealous of the bunny getting all of the attention.
and I love how silly those plastic eggs make people.

Regardless of all of my love for the commercialized side of this blessed celebration, I’m glad eggs and candy and an occasional dollar bill or two are not all that Easter Sunday is about.  Oh, praise the Risen Lord.

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Recovering the Importance of Easter

Posted by Caroline on Apr 3, 2010 in Amazing Grace, The Backpack | 1 comment

I don’t know how my grandparents do it everyday, but sure enough, each morning they go to McDonald’s at 6 a.m. with their free coffee cup in hand.  This morning I joined them; it was worth it.

Then I bought some new lipstick because I’ve never really owned my own.

I read a few chapter’s from Beth Moore’s new book (highly recommend), browsed the $1 books at Mardel, and, of course, hit Sonic.

My family decided (against James’s adamant advising/whining/slightly threatening opinion) to put a pond in the front yard.  It currently looks like a big hole, but we must think in terms of potential.  James reasoning included the fact that last year’s project–  the greenhouse– never yielded a single green bean, but all I do is smile.

I dyed some Easter eggs at my friends’ apartment.  We’re all growing up; going places, or at least planning to, and yet, we’re content.

It was a great day.

However, today was great only because I know what happens tomorrow.  Today, nearly 2000 years ago, my Savior lied dead in a tomb, seemingly hopeless, silenced, defeated.  Mary wept, probably dried her eyes only long enough for tears to build up and burst forth again (at least she didn’t have to worry about mascara running).  Innocent blood shed– her son’s innocent blood.  Maybe the disciples dispersed in unbelief, even though Jesus had talked about why He came.  Maybe they practiced praying like Jesus had taught them, or maybe they tried to keeps their minds busy, but people would ask them if they knew Jesus, the man crucified.  They knew Him, and now they experienced loss and confusion.

I imagine a gloom, a darkness, a depression.

Today the sun shone brightly as if welcoming tomorrow’s glorious news of The Resurrected King who would rise to conquer all death and sin and offer grace to the hopeless world.

O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting? Isaiah 15.

Death holds no victory and not even a sting. He rose tomorrow, and that changes everything about today.

AMEN.  Enjoy this blessed blessed blessed day.

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