An Inheritance

 Lauren, my 3 year old granddaughter, ran into the house last week.... "Guess what Grandma Kate?  I believe in Jesus!"  I hugged her right off her feet and said "Me too!" 
  How thankful I am that my own grandmother, Aida, made sure that my dad knew Jesus.  My parents were faithful to show me who Jesus is and I had the sweet privilege of sharing Him with my own children, including Lauren's mom Lane.
  My prayer is that one day Lauren's granddaughter will run into her house and love Jesus too.

Deuteronomy 4:9  “Only take care, and keep your soul diligently, lest you forget the things that your eyes have seen, and lest they depart from your heart all the days of your life. Make them known to your children and your children's children

  

What We're Thinking About

Between a communion fellowship at church on Maundy Thursday and waiting the celebration of Resurrection on Sunday we took some time to dye eggs.  
  The kids have so many questions. "Where did Jesus go during the 3 days before he came out of the grave and did He see Satan?"  "Could Jesus have taken the thorns off his head?"    "What kind of juice is in the communion cup and can I take the empty cup home?" "If Adam and Eve didn't sin would Jesus have to die for us?"  
  I love that our family's thoughts are so intensely on our Savior during Easter. 

What Do You Love?

I started out planning to write about all my electronics and to whine about how little time I had to use them. My husband not only gave me great photo editing software but a new gi-normous lens for my camera. The kind of lens that leaves people wondering..."paparazzi?" I was going to tell about the great shot I missed of a perfect row of pine trees lined up against the setting sun because my 3 year old didn't want me to stop pushing the stroller. James also put an mp3 player in my stocking. The kids all have various brand mp3s as well and I had to download from Itunes and Window's Media and load everyone up with their favorite music. I was going to complain about the fact that there is essentially no time in my day that I can stick two ear buds in and not listen to anyone. (I once counted and "mom" was said 39 times in a half hour.)

Then we went to church this morning.

We sang, "Jesus, Be the Center" and we were invited to come down to the alter and commit to making Jesus our consuming desire for the coming year.

I did.

He needs to be what I read about and get just right.
He needs to be what brings me joy and excitement.
He is what I should get up before everyone else so I can have uninterrupted time for.

Jesus needs to be my passion.
(And He never needs charged or rebooted or downoladed!)