the kid in me is always lurking under the surface...and how has that most recently manifested itself you're wondering? three words...
EASTER EGG HUNT
yes, that's right. i've got sacks of candy, plastic eggs, stickers, super bouncy balls, stuff made of sticky goo, matchbox cars, bracelets, plastic earrings, stampers, yo-yos, and other small gifts that fit into plastic eggs. i love filling plastic eggs with other, smaller egg shaped things. so cool.
gwen, hanaa and bigs are going to have the best easter egg hunt ever at my dad's house on sunday. i can't adequately express how excited i am for this. seriously. i'm easily as excited as they are...possibly more so, since i can usually rile them up into higher and higher states of excitement as an event gets closer. i love this goofy, miss-the-point-of-the-holiday stuff...i know i should probably be ashamed of that but it's just so much fun. so, i'm psyched to stick colored eggs around our yard even though i know that it's a throw back to ancient pagan symbols of fertility and polytheism. i'd honestly be interested in knowing if any of you guys have a problem with these sort of former-pagan observances.
comments welcome. :)
Thursday, March 20, 2008
the kid in me
at 11:12 PM
Labels: family, plans, thoughts i think
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I would leave a comment, but I'm too busy hiding eggs.
Maybe I'm too flippant here... I've been accused of that before... but I don't think the fact that I'm hiding eggs and having my 3-year-old daughter find them is all that big of a deal to God. I mean seriously... there are some big problems in this world. I'm guessing that is not one of them. It's not like we are chanting to the gods and goddesses while we are doing it. And we can't have any more kids, so the fertility thing isn't an issue anymore for Laura and me. :)
And once Lydia finds her eggs... and when she comes out of her chocolate coma... that night, I will hold her in my arms as I put her to bed...and I will lay my hands on her head as I do every night I tuck her in... and we will pray. She will list off all the people she is thankful for (it takes a while, so I bring an iced tea into the room) and then she will pray the Lord's prayer (which is the cutest thing and must make God smile)...
And I will pray that she will come to know God at an early age. That she would be a girl who is sensitive to the leading of the Spirit in her life... that she would have favor with people and be a champion of the outcast. I will pray that she loves God and loves people with all her heart, soul, mind and strength. Often in tears, I will thank God for this amazing, frustrating, tiring, exhilarating, holy thing that I hold in my arms.
Then, I will look her straight in the eye and tell her that I love her and that I'm so proud to be her daddy. I will tell her that there is nothing she could ever do that will make God love her less. And then I will put her in bed, kiss her goodnight...
And then Laura and I will find the rest of the eggs. :)
That is VERY long way of saying: I think -- in the church -- if we are not careful we can major on the minors. We can DO everything right: and have this great appearance of righteousness on the outside ["I don't sing, dance, cuss, I don't play cards, I don't enjoy Halloween (demons), Christmas (that damn Santa), or Easter (has been taken over my the Easter Bunny!)" -- and miss that there is this amazing God who longs to give us life. The Most Joyful Being in the Universe wants to have my daughter chuckle with glee and yell, "Daddy! I found one!"
And I'm just not sure that her looking for eggs or bitting the head off a chocolate bunny (why do we go for the ears first?) is going to ruin the work of God in her life. In fact, God might even use it.
But then again, what do I know. And I could very well be wrong.
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