Wildflower Writes

Photograph by Sean Woods I came home from work, tired and hungry. I dropped my stuff by the door and noticed an orange plastic egg on my TV stand. I was pretty sure I hadn’t left that there, but I had left my son watching videos on the couch when I left for work that morning. Turns out he had hidden 13 eggs for me to discover. Suddenly, I was laughing as an attempt to turn on a lamp dislodged another plastic egg. A game I had dismissed as being too juvenile for my teenage family members was now making my Monday. I forget how important it is to play and have fun. When I was visiting some friends the other day, they asked me what I do when I’m not working. I struggled to think of something I do just because I enjoy it. When I do take the time to do something fun and relaxing, I have better energy and motivation to do the important stuff. Maybe the fun stuff is just as important. 

As the sun rises here in Indiana, I want to share my favorite Easter song by Sandy Patti. Was it a morning like this When the Son still hid from Jerusalem? And Mary rose from her bed To tend the Lord she thought was dead. What is a morning like this When Mary walked down from Jerusalem? And two angels stood at the tomb, Bearers of news she would hear soon. Did the grass sing? Did the earth rejoice To feel You again? Over and over like a Trumpet underground, Did the earth seem to pound: “He is risen!” Over and over In a never ending round “He is risen, alleluia, alleluia!” Was it a morning like this When Peter and John ran from Jerusalem? And as they raced for the tomb, Beneath their feet was there a tune? Was it a morning like this When my Lord looked out On Jerusalem? He is risen, alleluia, alleluia!