I got up early, not quite light, and looked out my bedroom window to see if I could see the sunrise...not yet. But the memories of Sunrise Services of my childhood and even up until about twenty years reigned strong, though I am not inclined to want to go out that early in the morning "dressed and in my right mind" these days. Actually, I have not heard of a Sunrise Service in quite some time in my area. Filling a mug with hot coffee out to the front porch rocker I sat to pray and to meditate. Oh, and to sing too! "Up from the ground He arose"... I love these day that we celebrate our Savior's Resurrection.
After almost filling a pew at church with family and close friends, we came home to the tantalizing smell of Roasted Lamb wafting through the house. I am discovering the added joy of having older children to help with some of the food prep and table arrangements. There were "stations" of those providing charcuterie boards and salads...
And the crew outside that set up in tables under the oak trees.
I finally became smart and assigned a different colored egg for each grandchild. Each child then is told to only hunt for their own color-assigned eggs. That was my part, others hid the eggs and helped by running around with them all over the place...back, front and side yards until they found them, though I expect I will find a few lone plastic eggs in the week to come.
The food was kept inside on the dining room table to keep it free of fallen or flying things and such. Then there was the concern spoken regarding the oak pollen seeds falling into the drink glasses or ice. I hopefully assuage those fears with tea towels.
"But if the Spirit of Him that raised up Jesus from the dead dwell in you, He that raised up Christ from the dead shall also quicken your mortal bodies by His Spirit that dwells in you."
Roman 8:11
The annual opening of the Resurrection eggs and marveling at the grandchildren telling the story. It blesses my heart to hear the truth retold over and over, from one generation to another.
