Easter Morning

We got up this morning and found that the Easter Bunny had left this…he and I worked it out in advance because I told him we were going to the sunrise service this year. He’s a good guy, real accommodating.

Our church held their sunrise service at the cemetery which I think is really cool…I love the reminder that because of Jesus, death has lost its power over us…

After the service, we took a walk through to see the old graves. The earliest tombstone we could find was dated 1838. I think if I was going to be buried, I’d like it if someone held an Easter service near my tombstone. I just don’t think there’s anything more hopeful than that.

Bundled up in the chilly Easter morning…

When we got back to the church this morning, I slipped into the sanctuary before the service and just sat in a pew in the dark, looking up at the skylight, smelling the Easter lilies and staring at the cross. It was a quiet moment and I was so aware of the presence of God. Like the rest of my life, I so often rush through prayer, like it’s something to check off a list. But this morning I felt like I could just sit, without really knowing what to say.

And then we had a wonderful Easter breakfast with our congregation.

To my Christian friends, Happy Easter! To my Jewish friends, Chag Semeach!

love, elizabeth

Holding Hands in Church

When I was a little girl, I used to watch the married couples sitting in the church pews in front of me. Sometimes he would have his arm around her shoulders. She would lean into him. They would share a hymnal. There was something so safe and protective about that image. I remember thinking, That’s what it means to be in love. Holding hands in church.

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To be perfectly honest on a typical Sunday, about 75% of my attention is on the sermon and the other 25% is mostly on Kyle’s hand covering mine. I don’t know that there is a place or time in the universe where I feel safer than on Sunday morning, my hand in Kyle’s, both of us tucked securely inside the hands of God.

love, elizabeth

Church Gets Sexy

I knew that’d get your attention. I just need to share this.

We recently had to have our pictures taken for the new photo directory at our church. I felt very grown-up getting dressed in our matchy-matchy outfits and posing for our portrait. So sweet, so put-together. Until I saw this. Now, weeks later, it’s too late to say anything but THIS is our picture for the church bulletin…

Guys…that is the edge of my sports bra in that picture. And it’s going in the CHURCH DIRECTORY. The PERMANENT one. The one they give to MEMBERS. I had NO idea when I put on that very modest shirt dress that when turned at an angle, everyone gets a show!! I. am. mortified.

Maybe I’m overreacting. It’s just…not the dignified picture I was hoping we would have in our very first church member directory.

Omg, I hope no one from church reads this post.

Too late. The secret’s out. askdjfklasadjfk;lasdghu;oiwhaief!

Alright, lay it on me. How brazen of a hussy am I? Anyone else have an embarassing accident/misunderstanding like this? It’s time to make me feel better.

love, elizabeth