Just Imagine the Cute Bunnies with Horns... its super late..or early... so its the best I could do title wise.

It was a rough day.  In fact it's been a rough couple days.  Tomorrow is Easter and the last couple days are proof I am being robbed.  The culprit is described as a lion seeking to devour, a thief, a false angel of light, murderer.  Satan.

Easter is meant to celebrate the resurrection of Jesus Christ.  It is the epitome of sacrificial love.  I have been given the greatest eternal gift and I am allowing Satan to burglarize this celebration.  I have let him in, entertained the ideas he's whispered in my ear, and allowed my heart to be attacked.  He has been succeeding in creating a diversion.  Even on a good day it is hard for me to grasp what Jesus has done for me.  I don't think I am alone in this either, why else do we need Hollywood to recreate the Crucifixion, or the History channel to educate us on a timeline of just what they believe to have happened in the days leading up to His death, or someone to document what exactly happened to His body medically speaking.  I crave more than just a 90 minute pop culture display to tug on my heart and to stir up a feeble attempt to be grateful.  I want it to sink into  the innermost part of my heart.  I want to truly understand.  But God doesn't leave us to fend for ourselves against the enemy.  With only a couple hours left before its officially Easter, God whispers a beautiful melody in my ear, its hypnotic and drowns out Satan's screeching murmurs.  He says, "Daughter, remember what I have given to you, remember that I have saved you from death."  Clarity allows me to breathe again.  My joy has been restored.  I am a softened heart, God had a word with me and I have been reminded of the bigger picture. (again.) 

This will always be a process.  It's not just about the story of Jesus hanging on a cross for us.  It's about everything he was while he was alive on earth and everything he continues to be for us, he was the perfect lamb that was killed to cover us and all our ugly!  When is the last time I took the blame for someone else...not lately.  But he did.  For you, for me, for those who are not even born.  It was a gift I accepted as a preteen.  Tomorrow is about remembering that, praising Jesus for being my savior, and praying for those who have yet to accept this gift.  

As for Satan...the only time I'll let him in on the celebration is as a side dish... I do love deviled eggs!

John 3:16

Acts 4:12

Acts 16:30-31

Romans 10:9-10