The angel said to the women, "Do not be afraid, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. He is not here; he has risen, just as he said." Matthew 28: 5-6.
Happy Easter! If there was ever a day of hope and celebration, Easter has to be it. We took the kiddos to church this morning fully expecting to drop Emma Mae and Jake off in their Sunday school classes while we went to teach our 3 year old class. However, when we got there we were told that regular classes were not happening due to Easter and that only children ages 2 and under were going to be provided childcare. Mike and I didn't even need to teach our 3 year old class. I guess I missed that memo! While it was nice to know we could go straight to Easter services I realized the implication of not being able to drop Em off at her class.
What I said out loud was "oh, you mean we all get to go into big church together? How fun!" But what I was really thinking was "oh man, would it be bad if we just turned around and went home?" Because keeping Emma Mae quiet and still and entertained for an hour in a room full of adults seemed impossible. But just like Jesus did so many years ago he performed a miracle in church. Emma was a little bit squirmy but she really didn't embarrass us. In fact, I think she did pretty well for her first time in big church. She really enjoyed the music. We have a pastor of music who is very passionate about what he does. So music is a great big event each Sunday. Today was no different. Emma was clapping and dancing and having a good old time. During the last song she wanted me to hold her so I did. I don't know the name of the song we were singing but the words Jesus is Lord kept repeating. When it was over Emma took her little hands and put them on my face and said "MAMA! JESUS IS FOUR! JESUS IS FOUR!" And I said "huh?" As she repeated herself I realized she was mishearing the word "Lord" and thinking we were singing "four". So I tried to explain to her the real word and what it meant. But she was not having it. In her mind, Jesus is Four. And you know what? That's ok. I figure Jesus meets us all right where we're at in life. And if it makes Emma more excited about Jesus right now to think that he is the same age as her then so be it.
Especially since last night she had a total meltdown when I was trying to explain heaven to her and how we could all go there when we die to live with Jesus. She started bawling. Heaving, heavy sobs of sadness. Turns out Emma Mae does not want to live in heaven. She wants to live with us in our house forever. Also, she is afraid that her toys won't be in heaven. And she really likes her toys. But maybe, if she thinks Jesus is Four then she will also realize that heaven should have toys that four year olds like to play with. We can only hope.
I took the kids to our town's big egg fest yesterday. Enjoy the pictures!