You know it’s April already, right? Well, it kind of snuck up on me. I had great plans for Easter and Holy Week in my head. We’d bake cookies or cupcakes, make hot cross buns, perhaps even plant one of those resurrection gardens that’s been circling around.
But, nope. Not happening.
I think it was Thursday I realized Easter would be the following Sunday and I had no plans for child festivities—or adult festivities…whatever those would be.
Of course, my initial good girl response was, “Oh, no! I’m ruining my children by not teaching them the importance of Easter and Holy Week.” Throw in a few mental gymnastics of how I might cram our week with activities that have to be done for Easter to be special, ties to sew for Sunday clothes, and Easter baskets to fill, and I was ready to produce a stress-filled, activity heavy week all to prove to my children that Easter is more than jelly beans, dyeing eggs, and hats.
Good thing common sense overruled my crazy. Could I really ruin Easter? And will making Hot Cross Buns show my kids how important Jesus is? As sweet as it would be to make a resurrection garden and Easter egg window hangings, would sacrificing peace of mind and replacing it with a just-get-it-done good girl mentality really preach Jesus?
No. At least not for me.
While celebrating Holy Week and Easter with crafts and food is fun and can bring big truths to young hearts is it really what Easter is all about?
Here’s the thing: Jesus, he still died. He still stayed in the grave for 3 days. He still rose again on the third day. My sins are still paid for.
What do you do when you don’t plan for Easter?
We take a nature walk and make our own Easter centerpiece. Maybe we will make hot cross buns this week and perhaps we can convince Grammie to make this Resurrection Cake when we come to visit. (*hint, hint*)
We take in the simple joys and share the simple truths.
Whether or not my boys are wearing cute, homemade ties or if we can even coordinate our clothes for a family picture, Jesus still died, rose again, and lives now.
Let other mama’s run around trying to fit meaning into every activity. It’s not going to be me this year.
Hope lives, Jesus reigns, and Easter’s still important whether we make empty tomb cookies or not.
I can’t ruin Easter.