While I am pretty bleak about not having Nate at home for 2 extra days this weekend, with out all of the distraction of parades, fluffy bunny suits and brilliantly wrapped eggs - it a chance to get back to what Easter is really about. My Jesus, dying for my sin and over coming death, for me.
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Thursday, 5 April 2012
It doesn't feel like easter
Easter in a Muslim country BLOWS! No holidays, not decorations, no people dressed up as freaky white bunnies and the easter egg selection at the stores... well, what easter egg selection? Thank goodness Jo and Av sent over some eggs and lint bunnys with Bree and Mitch, otherwise poor old us!
While I am pretty bleak about not having Nate at home for 2 extra days this weekend, with out all of the distraction of parades, fluffy bunny suits and brilliantly wrapped eggs - it a chance to get back to what Easter is really about. My Jesus, dying for my sin and over coming death, for me.
While I am pretty bleak about not having Nate at home for 2 extra days this weekend, with out all of the distraction of parades, fluffy bunny suits and brilliantly wrapped eggs - it a chance to get back to what Easter is really about. My Jesus, dying for my sin and over coming death, for me.
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