And this morning we have strawberries and whip cream on top. A simple pleasure that bonds us with recurring memories of our connection and our love.
Easter is a yearly remembrance of an act of supreme sacrificial love which binds me to the One whose dying love and rising power reach into the world around me every moment, speaking louder than the programs and policies of government and the relentless call of consumerism. God calls me to know Him and to enjoy Him and see the outworking of a plan of the ages one day at a time, even a day that begins with waffles, and continues with swimming pools and laughter.
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