Hunting Easter Eggs

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Every year, we got to the Easter egg hunt at a local church. It’s a fun time.

The pastor is a hip, young woman, and she knows how to reach small children.

Last year, she talked about how eggs look still and dead, but that new life can emerge from them.

Just like Jesus emerged from his lifeless body to ascend to Heaven.

Last year, we had to point out the eggs, one by one, and encourage Grace to pick them up and put them into her bag.

This year, she started thinking about hunting for Easter eggs about two weeks before the actual hunt. She was ready.

The Easter egg hunt got a late start, and it was nearly impossible to contain her while we waited.

Is it time now?

It’s time?

Can we hunt for Easter eggs NOW?

Let’s go!

Is it time yet?

Are we going to hunt for Easter eggs THIS DAY?

When it was finally time to hunt, Grace was a woman with a mission.

She started with a black egg she’d spied when we first arrived.

When the eggs had all been found, she grabbed her bag and looked inside.

Look at all the eggs my found!

She counted them.

…thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eleventeen, twenty, forty! My found forty eggs!

My love looking for Easter eggs!

My love it, too.

Even if she didn’t find forty eggs.

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