Thee Angel Project

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for the love

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Every year. Every. Single. Year.

This is serious stuff. Serious enough for me to navigate the changes in WordPress and actually write a post.

Every single year they are on the store shelves, and each year they drive me a little more crazy. Just ask my husband. I rant about this every year. Not because they are inherently bad, but I think the idea behind them just makes me squirm a little. I think it’s about the ease of it all. The not needing to think or plan or anticipate. The idea that all children need is big and glittery and a little sugary, oh and also breakable, and in no way shape or form lasting.

For the love of all that is good and right and yes, salutary…
Do not, I repeat, DO NOT buy your children cellophane wrapped Easter baskets this year!

Buy eggs, buy a little treat. Buy a game to play with them and a book to read with them. Buy them a new outfit. Write them a poem. Hide their basket and help them search for it.

Leave their basket empty as a reminder of the empty tomb and DO this instead. Seriously, do it!

You have six days. Mom, Dad, you can do better.



Author: Heather

I want you to see life the way I see it. Often contradictory, seldom predictable, many times lovely, occasionally tragic, but every day filled with God's grace.

One thought on “for the love

  1. We already have our eggs filled (minus one) to “EGG” some dear friends. Can’t wait!

your comments are better than eating chocolate in a hammock on a 70 degree day...almost

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