Easter - The Pukey, Stink Eye Edition

It's been one of those weekends.

You know those weekends when you leave for work on Good Friday and the kid stays home with the Hubs because school is closed?

And you get home and your kid greets you at the door with eyes pinker than any Easter egg and green mucus flowing out of them? And her eyelashes are crusted and clumped together with nastiness? And you know you have to go to Urgent Care because it's a holiday weekend and everything has already been shut down?

No?

It's just me?

Crap. That's what I thought.

Let me try again.

It's been one of those weekends.

You know those weekends where you leave for choir rehearsal and when you get home, you find a child that has vomited up her breakfast? And then she continues to vomit, all day long? Even water and Gatorade? And you have been covered in vomit, your furniture and floor have damp spots and you feel small and helpless?

You know those weekends?

No?

Darn. I was really hoping someone could back me up on this.

It's been one of those weekends.

But Easter has arrived and He has risen. And that is where my mind is today.

Z has talked about Easter and the bunny and candy for weeks now. It made me feel so bad for her that she was not able to do all of the little things yesterday. Things like decorating eggs and be excited about going to bed last night because the bunny was on his way.

And although she did not get to do any of that, when she woke up this morning, she was so excited that the Easter Bunny had indeed arrived, had not forgotten her, had not missed out on the opportunity to remind her that she is important and that she matters - even when she is sick.

I have yearned my entire life to feel like I belong somewhere, to feel as though I fit into the life that I have been provided, to feel as though I matter to someone, somewhere. And today, above all else, I was reminded of  that.

I belong in the amazing church that I am in. I fit in among an amazing cast of people that support each other and love each other unconditionally. Most of all, I matter to the only being that has ever mattered - I matter to the creator of the Heaven and the Earth. I matter so much that he sent his one and only Son to take the punishment  (my punishment) for every transgression, every sin that I have ever even thought

And for that, for that reason alone, this was an amazing weekend.