Easter. It snuck up on me this year like daylight savings, springing time forward before I was ready. Bunnies, chocolates and all things soft and fluffy crept into Target before the daffodils were blooming. The rain kept pelting against our house and the wind hallowing, uprooting the juniper trees in my planters like spring was an abstract painting. Dark days turned into dark nights. Somehow, it all just didn’t seem quite right. It didn’t seem like the day was coming where we would finally celebrate our reason for hope.
The Wonderfully Made Life 