Money was always tight at our house when I was growing up but one of the things that I remember about Easter had nothing to do with Easter baskets or coloring eggs. I can't even remember a single Easter basket or that ritual even though I know that we must have done it. What I remember is that my wonderful precious talented and thrifty Mother always made sure that we had the most beautiful clothes to wear to church on Easter Sunday. Usually at her expense, she would go without for most of the year so that we could have at those special times.
Just as Jesus sacrificed for you and me, my Mother sacrified for her children. NO, not to the same extent, but with just as much love. We all had new clothes, maybe hand sewn clothes but in most cases they were more beautiful than store bought, new shoes, new underwear, hats and gloves. Sometimes even purses to match for the girls. Easter Sunday was that one time of year when we put on our best for JESUS because HE had just given HIS all for us.
My parents made sure that we were in church every Sunday and most times the doors were open. We always dressed well, but Easter is different and Mother made sure that just as JESUS resurrection was the promise of a new life, we got something new that one time a year to mark just how important this celebration is.
It is one of those traditions passed on that reminds me of my Mother.
I loved to see Jill and Bo all dressed up to the nines, smiling faces, hearts happy, excited about the good news of Jesus. I have always been one of those Mothers who wants to imprint the love of the LORD on my children's hearts.
Easter is about renewal, the new birth of life, new beginnings, new promises, eternal life. Easter is about so much more than eggs, Easter bunnies and new clothes. It is about nail scares in our Saviours' hands and feet, a spear scar in HIS side, thorn scars in HIS head. It is about HIS blood shed for our salvation.
Easter is about traditions passed on from one generation to another. I am so thankful that my loving Mother was kind enough to teach me the gift of sacrifice so that I could share that message with my children. Tomorrow when I put on my new dress I will reminisce about the dresses my Mother made Easter's past. I will remember my childhood and that of my children, those here and those in HEAVEN. I will grieve for my husband and for the pain my Saviour suffered for me. How unworthy I am,but how thankful I am that HE was willing to pay that price. I will be thankful of the traditions that I shared with our son and that my daughter now shares with her children. Thanking JESUS that this EASTER is the tradition of new beginnings.
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