So we’re back in the “In-between;” the “Already and still-not-yet” of this life hanging between the down payment of the bride of Christ and the final appearing and wedding feast of Heaven and Earth together again. I have no well-pondered thoughts, but I miss posting so I’m sharing some photos from our celebration this year. I’ve been thinking for a while now that Easter lacks a focused beauty and coziness like we experience at Christmas. So, I got my sister and mom to go in with me to make a little more of the celebration and this is what we ended up with . . .
I don’t usually pull these kinds of things off because I’m not willing to stress myself out to make things picture-perfect. And it wasn’t. The day before I thought I should’ve planned some kind of special breakfast so I got up early the next morning and whipped up a REALLY fast coffee cake recipe and fried some bacon. How can you go wrong? Only the table we sat at, with a tablecloth covering the scratches and candles glowing in the middle was tidy and it was delightful. The rest of the kitchen had clutter and dirty dishes. And I didn’t sweat, I let it go.
When I was tempted to think “poor me,” for having to get up earlier than everyone else in order for anything beautiful to happen, I thought of the work God has done to give us His abundant beauty and rest. It is hard work to feed people multiple times a day, keep a house clean when 4/5 of us live in it all day everyday, and just plain being a distract-able person in general. In the scheme of things it is so small, but I was reminded that nothing is ever free. Yes, His grace is free to us, but it was not free for Him. It costed. And though His grace is free, our lives are not free from the debt of service–not to secure His love, but to carry it out, to incarnate it right here, right now. So I was tired, but I was joyful as I sought to serve my family in creating beauty that could bring a little of God’s beauty to our senses.
And our sweet Oreo died this past week. She died suddenly and quite traumatically for us and on cue, rain and thunder rolled in as Claire began to dig a grave. We cried many tears over this 5-pound fuzz ball and felt the groans of creation in a small way, on our own little piece of earth once again.