….just as He said. Come, see the place where He was lying.
It’s a rainy day in Georgia on this Easter Sunday. The birds are singing in spite of the weather. Easter egg hunts may have to take place inside if the sun doesn’t come out. I remember one Easter when our daughter was 7 years old. We lived in Florida then. It was a day like this. Back then we hid real boiled and dyed eggs instead of plastic ones. I don’t know how it happened – if we didn’t count the eggs we hid or we just couldn’t find it. Anyway, it spoke to us in June! We smelled a terrible odor in the hallway. Opening the hallway closet and searching the shelves, we found the lost rotten egg. Blah! We made sure THAT didn’t happen again.