April 1

Easter. There's the bunny, of course, and we certainly take part in those activities: the egg dyeing, the baskets, the hunts. They're all sweet traditions that hearken back to my childhood and they're all in good fun.

But it's so much more than that. It's so much more than that, in fact, that I'm having a really hard time writing anything coherent. How do you use base human words to explain what a supernatural, incomprehensible sacrifice means to you? I don't think I can do it justice. So I'll just say that I'm thankful beyond words that that kind of love exists, and that it means that this oft-difficult, challenge-laden life isn't all there is.

All because He. Is. RISEN.