Sunday, April 8, 2012

An Extra Blessing at Easter

This Easter we celebrated with our church all weekend the joyous blessing of Easter. Our church celebrates all weekend with Saturday night being an Easter vigil. The first hour is readings through the Old Testament with music and scripture, starting with Creation and going through the promises of Scripture. And then there is the Holy Noise, when we rejoice that Jesus is risen, there are bells and clapping and cheering and we rejoice and the whole church changes from sorrow and darkness to joy. The cross is changed from being covered in black to a banner of white draped across it and flowers fill the church and banners fall and the children dance. It is a huge celebration and seems to fit how I think Easter should be, a celebration!

BUT the extra blessing this Easter came from my little boy. I believe God is close to children, that they hear Him better sometimes than adults because we are so busy with life. And this little boy that I have been gifted with is the closest thing to joy I have seen in my life. It is hard not to smile when you are around him. And from the time he was a baby I have seen joy burst from him. His AWANA teacher told me last week that he always knows his scripture reading, which I found kind of funny since I never have looked at his book with him or worked on a verse, I do it more for his socialization than anything to be honest. I asked him about it and he said, "they are just in my head, mom." AND this is the boy who always goes up for prayer at the front of the church and frequently asks that they pray for his heart, because he knows he needs a good heart. He asked so much that one of the men who prays with him finally asked us if he has a heart problem. No heart problem, just a knowledge that his heart is what needs to be right with God I guess. So on Good Friday this weekend, we went up to pray at the foot of the cross. I asked him if I could pray with him about anything. He said, "Yes, I want to pray that Jesus makes me alive!" And that was it. My heart swelled as my son reminded me that is just what Easter is about, He died so we can have life, eternal. So we can have new life, we can be alive. So we prayed, Jesus make us alive!

So thankful for the new life God has given me and for the blessing of these little children that teach me SO much about God who is so close to His children.

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Roller Skates and Memories

If I were to describe my childhood, the fond memories would always include, swimming at the local pool, roller skating and family camping trips in the summer. It seemed like a whole different world then we live in now, there was so much freedom. We knew to be home for meals and bedtime. There were no cell phones to track us down at every minute, and we survived it.

And, when I think back on my childhood there was definitely a good couple of years where it would have been difficult to tell if my feet were actually feet or in fact roller skates. Because, I lived in roller skates. I think it was probably the years of kindergarten and first grade, although now that I have a first and fourth grader I cannot believe my mom let me just roller skate around the neighborhood unsupervised, but we did. We lived for roller skating. We helped the mailman with his mail route, although we were not allowed to touch the mail or even the mail cart, I think we might have gotten away with the mail cart every once in a while, pushing it to the next house. We roller skated from the moment we woke up, until we went to bed. Frequently eating our dinner in roller skates or wearing them in the car while my mom went through the drive through. We roller skated on sidewalks, in driveways and even in the basement when it was too cold or rainy. I have this clear memory of my sister and best friend, roller skating down the road with our long brown hair, attempting to convince the mail man that we were in fact triplets. Years later all that practice helped us at the roller rink when we had to skate backwards for the slow skate or do the limbo for prizes. But my fondest memories are the spring and fall days when it was not too hot, roller skating with my sister and dear friend.

So... imagine my delight as my girls discovered my old roller skates while visiting their grandma's house a few weeks back. My old red, white and blue roller skates, still in pretty good condition. They roller skated to the library the other day, packing their shoes in their bags so they could get some books and roller skate home. And they have spent hours and hours skating in the basement since this past weekend when we got them. I am SO delighted that my girls get to use these skates and make their own memories.

I would love to hear some other memories of childhood.