He is risen indeed! What a great thought to wake up to on Sunday morning. For the past week, I have been talking to CJ about the meaning of Palm Sunday, Good Friday and Easter. While I know he doesn't understand yet, I don't think it is every to early to start talking about the King.
I've been reading Galatians the last few weeks and dwelling on the thought of freedom. Christ freely came to earth and dwelt among men. The King of heaven freely gave up his throne to become a carpenter's son. The Son of God freely hung on the cross to pay my debt. Freedom doesn't meaning doing the fun, easy things. Freedom is choice. Choosing to walk by faith moment by moment.
For me this has fleshed out in freely giving up my desires to do what I want, because CJ needs me to snuggle him, play with him, or change a poopy diaper. Would it be easier to put him in front of the TV? Yes. But better, no. Would it be easier to ignore him as he played so I could "get stuff done"? Yes, But better, no. Freedom is choosing to give. I will confess it isn't easy. Like most good things, it is hard. It is a moment by moment choice. So this Easter, freedom has been ringing in my heart.
This Easter wasn't all contemplation. It was also really fun. CJ's Gran made him an adorable outfit, and it was fun to see him all dressed up in his "church clothes." After church, when his Nanny got here, we went to the botanical garden and took a few pictures. Here is my favorite little boy and my favorite big boy...
Could he be more adorable?
After a few "all alone" shots, CJ was done being able to see me, but not sit in my lap, have me carry him, love on him...get the idea? So, sorry family...no more just him shots.
And since we had a Nanny with us, we finally have a good family shot or two.
