The day was busy with work and school presentations, homework and dinner, and all the while I wanted to curl up and go back to sleep. But I'm the mom... so I pressed on.
The kids gave up treats except for a weekly dessert that we enjoy as a family. Tonight we made extravagant banana splits with strawberries, m&ms, gummy bears, marshmallows, whipped cream and chocolate syrup. It felt like a celebration. A celebration in the middle of Lent.
We are an Easter people. We celebrate during Lent because death does not have the last word. Because God loves us and redeems and cherishes us no matter where we go or what we do. We are an Easter people.
I kicked and screamed in my head all day about trying to get my daily exercise in with an injured leg. I wrestled with topics for this blog post. I already felt "done" with Lent.
And then we had banana splits and the joy of my children was palpable. They eagerly added toppings of choice to a mound of neopolitan ice cream and shoveled over full spoonfuls into their mouths as they chattered away.
In that moment my bitterness about Lent melted and this blog post fell into my mind.
Even during Lent, we are an Easter people.
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