Putting all my eggs into one basket

     

"Easter is approaching — a wonderful fulfillment of Christmas."

     As a young child, Easter was a time for chocolate bunnies and candy eggs. My siblings and I even had a contest on Easter Sunday morning to see who could eat the most eggs for breakfast, the ones our hens layed of course. It also seemed important that we had a new Easter frock or hat to show off at church. Yet, in spite of all that, I am thankful I learned the real meaning of the celebration.
     This is the beginning of what some call Holy Week, the week leading up to Jesus' death and resurrection. Called Palm Sunday, and aptly named, as a cheering crowd waved their palm leaves and shouted praises and accolades to the One they expected to be crowned as their earthly Messiah King. Little did they know how the events of that coming week would unfold.

     "As Jesus resolutely set out for Jerusalem that week, I have tried to imagine what thoughts must have enveloped his mind, already knowing full well the horrible outcome."

     What an amazing display of love and grace that He demonstrated; far beyond my comprehension.
     Jesus certainly paid a high price to bring the promise of... unconditional LOVE, unending HOPE, and eternal LIFE to every person who believes in Him. 
     He deserves my complete love and utmost praise.

— beulah