Still he walked

This morning i was up very early feeding Silas, angry that he was sleeping until 7 am and now he's waking up at 5:30. I started praying for some people that I know and hard situations when I was just flooded with sadness & conviction about some things that I have been neglecting. So many times recently I have heard people talk about how Easter has 'snuck up on us.' I have said that so many times myself. Yesterday we were out buying a new phone because our cordless died and I don't have time to sit in my bedroom and talk on the phone...I have to multi-task. While at the store, I bought a little basket and a few plastic eggs because Luca SHOULD have an Easter basket. Then this morning I just felt this deep sadness because he would have no idea what the basket was for. He would have fun finding the eggs, but is that what he would take from the day? I have just allowed time and busyness to take me away from my real job. Loving my kids to the Lord. Oh... how did I let my first real priority fall in line after stupid plastic eggs!? I am thankful that Silas woke me up early so that i could have a few minutes of quiet to hear God. (not that I ever want to really be up before 7 though!!!)
Anyone have thoughts about how to really celebrate these things with kids?



A friend sent this to me today and I wanted to share it:

"Still He Walked"

He could hear the crowds screaming "crucify" "crucify"...
He could hear the hatred in their voices,
These were his chosen people.
He loved them,
And they were going to crucify him.
He was beaten, bleeding and weakened...
His heart was broken,
But still He walked.

He could see the crowd as he came from the palace.
He knew each of the faces so well.
He had created them.
He knew every smile, every laugh, and every shed tear,
But now they were contorted with rage and anger
His heart broke,
But still He walked.

Was he scared? You and I would have been
So his humanness would have mandated that he was.
He felt alone.
His disciples had left, denied, and even betrayed him.
He searched the crowd for a loving face and he saw very few.
Then he turned his eyes to the only one that mattered
And he knew that he would never be alone.
He looked back at the crowd...
At the people who were spitting at him
Throwing rocks at him and mocking him
And he knew that because of him,
They would never be alone.
So for them, He walked.

The sounds of the hammer striking the spikes echoed through the crowd.
The sounds of his cries echoed even louder,
The cheers of the crowd, as his hands and feet were nailed to the cross,
Intensified with each blow.
Loudest of all was the still small voice
Inside his Heart that whispered "I am with you, my son",
And God's heart broke.
He had let His son walk.

Jesus could have asked God to end his suffering,
But instead he asked God to forgive.
Not to forgive him, but to forgive the ones who were persecuting him.
As he hung on that cross, dying an unimaginable death,
He looked out and saw, not only the faces in the crowd,
But also, the face of every person yet to be,
And his heart filled with love.
As his body was dying, his heart was alive.
Alive with the limitless, unconditional love he feels for each of us.
That is why He walked.

When I forget how much My God loves me,
...I remember his walk.
When I wonder if I can be forgiven,
...I remember his walk.
When I need to be reminded of how to live like Christ,
...I think of his walk.
And to show him how much I love him,
...I wake up each morning, turn my eyes to him,
.......And I walk.

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