Mar 31, 2013


My siblings and I searched for Easter eggs on this lovely Sunday. Yes, at the ripe age of twenty-one I still like looking for eggs. It took about an hour to find forty eggs - and we turned the yard upside down searching. In the garden. Beneath a bush. On a tree branch. On top of a fence post. And after all was said and done we gathered around to count our eggs and take a picture. 

Upon totaling our eggs, I had the sad realization that I suck at looking for eggs. suck, suck, SUCK. I had so few eggs it was pathetic. As I glanced at each of my siblings baskets in disbelief. (What was I doing wrong? Was there a technique I didn't learn? Do I need glasses?)

To be honest, I've never understood the Easter egg tradition. Why do we do it? Who started it? What do fun colored eggs and candy have to do with Jesus? And why do we hide them? Who started this seemingly never endHing game of hide-and-seek?

To be honest, my walk with God has always felt like a game of hide-and-seek. 

I spend half of my life hiding.  I hide who I am and what I believe from those around me; those who are cooler, smarter or 'more religious'. Or those who will judge, hurt or misunderstand me. I hide behind my beliefs so that I can point to someone else to do my talking for me. But most of all, I hide from Jesus. I feel ashamed, unworthy and know that I am not deserving of his grace.

So I seek. My insecurities lead me to try and fill the emptiness I sometimes feel. I seek the approval of others. I seek attention from my husband. I seek a prettier, more perfect life to write about. I seek the feelings of happiness and satisfaction, which fade quickly. 

And when I come up short, I hide again.

The tragedy of this game of hide-and-seek? The son of God, the King of Kings made the journey of a million miles to come to me (to you.). He took all the first steps, and all he asks is that we take one more, towards him. He knows we don't deserve it - or it wouldn't have been necessary. He knows we can't find life anywhere else.

"But God demonstrates his own love for us in this:
While we were still sinners, Christ died for us."
- Romans 5:8

I don't intend to sound preachy, and if you are offended - Sorry, I'm not sorry. What he has done for us is too great NOT to share. The living God of the universe wants to meet with you. Today.

Today I'm done playing the game, I'm coming out from my hiding place and seeking him. 


  1. 1. I'm 27 and I think this is the first year I DIDN'T end up hunting for eggs. And I certainly don't mean I'm stopping for good because I missed a year.

    2. Great Illustration! So very true and thought-provoking. :)

    1. I'm so glad it's not just me!!
      And thanks. I figured it was about time I posted something super honest.
      Happy Easter!

  2. Great post!! And so true.

    I am horrible at finding easter eggs..or actually anything in general

    1. hahah I am so glad I'm not the only one!
      I'm really good at losing things however...
      Its a skill.


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