As much as I hate the fact that my son’s growing up way too fast and no longer wants to do kiddish things, (and that there’s not a thing I can do about it) I’m actually okay with the fact that coloring eggs has become way too colorful and messy for his liking (at least as far as his “likings” go for this week 😉 .
You might think this is terrible of me, but I don’t like coloring eggs. Maybe having a white kitchen (well, a kitchen formerly known as white) has something to do with it. Perhaps it’s just laziness. There, I said it!
Now, before you go thinking I’m all anti-eggy because I refuse to color eggs, there will be colored eggs in this house. Actually, there have been colored eggs in this house for a few months now.
Her breed is actually called, Easter-Egger. Well, how appropriate is that!?
Olive will be standing in for me, doing all the hard work and messy stuff in creating the perfectly colored egg, while I reap all the benefits. (Of course, I’ll still have to boil them.) It’s kind of like she’s my stand-in, my substitute, if you will.
For months now, she’s been freely giving me beautiful little gems each morning. She does all the hard work, producing blessings that are the best she has to offer, so much better and richer than store-bought. If I neglect to thank her, Olive continues blessing me day after day. Should I forget to freshen her nest or to give her fresh water, she still provides–she still remains faithful.
All we really require are plain, white eggs, but she shows off, giving us beautiful green eggs of different shades, even a bright blue one when we least expect it. And though her gifts are free, they’re not without cost. For her body must work, and, I would assume, suffer. And, in the end, my substitute must freely give up her most prized possession—a gift that will be broken and sacrificed.
You know as well as I do that Easter isn’t really about fancy dresses, shiny shoes, chickens, or colored eggs–no matter what the world would have us believe.
It’s actually about Christ and what He did on the cross. He gave His all. He did all the hard work, suffered in my stead.
He took my place.
May we, more than ever before, make a conscious decision to have a Jesus-filled Easter. May we remember and honor The Perfect Substitute, Jesus Christ.
It’s my prayer today that this Easter be nothing about fancy dresses, matching shoes, and colored eggs. May we put aside the things of the world and set our eyes on the things of Christ. Thank you for loving us so much that you’d send your only Son to stand in our place. Thank you for the Cross where The Perfect Substitute paid it all with His broken body as a sacrifice. Help us to be ever mindful that though the gift of salvation is free, it didn’t come without a cost. We praise you for loving us in spite our ourselves and for blessing us with gifts that are far better and richer than we deserve, even when we are ungrateful. Thank you for calling us Yours and for loving us so much. In Christ’s name we pray, Amen.
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