Do not be dismayed, this post will give you hope and encouragement, I promise 🙂 As often mentioned in these pages, I’m a traditionalist; I believe tradition is the glue that binds us together. Today I’ll tell a quick story about a mother who used to buy the best solid chocolate Easter bunnies for her girls, year after year. Tradition was that early Easter morning, the mother would hide the colored eggs and then the baskets. While the girls were hunting for eggs and baskets, the mother was cooking a special breakfast, one for each of her daughters as they had different favorites.
This particular year, the night before Easter as the mother was preparing the baskets, the temptation of those fabulous bunnies overcame her. Just one little nibble, the mother thought, who’ll notice? Y’all know how this goes – the edges had to be evened out and smooth, so one nibble followed another and all of a sudden one ear was gone – Horror! What could the mother do? She had to do the same to the other bunny; it would never work to give one daughter an intact bunny and the other, one with a missing ear. On with the “evening-up” process. Now two bunnies without ears, very uneven, more work to do. Before the mother knew it, the ears were gone – all four of them.
Holy cats, what now? May as well even things up, you know, neaten it up a bit. One head gone, on to the next – gotta be fair. Enough already. So the mother tucked each bunny back into its little bag and tied them shut with the original ribbons, pink and purple. It’s Saturday night, Easter eve, no replacing these special bunnies. Early Easter morning, the mother went about her business, then woke the daughters to begin their hunt, while the mother went into the kitchen to begin cooking those special breakfasts, didn’t miss a beat….
All of a sudden – horrified screams. The girls had discovered their headless bunnies in their otherwise beautiful baskets. And they had no doubt as to the culprit. Good thing they were of the age to know that the Easter Bunny really was the mother. To use FDR’s words spoken years ago, this was a day that ” will live in infamy.” And it has; brought up every Easter and shared with love and much laughter.
I promised encouragement? You bet. My friends, regardless what you may be thinking about your shortcomings, faults or misses, remember the mother who ate the heads off the bunnies and laugh! You haven’t done that yet, have you? There is HOPE and there is GRACE. My daughters love me, forgave me and we share another precious memory.
The thing that I remember most clearly was Meghan’s absolute indignation that there were teeth marks in her bunny – eeeuuuu!!
I’m off tomorrow for a week in Kentucky with a beloved brother and his family. I’ve got about 30 hours to finish my travel prep so it’s time to close.
Remember, there’s abundant hope and grace for all of us. I hope you’ve found yours in our risen Lord. Easter blessings!!!