I love Easter. The pastel and chocolate and candy and family photos make me smile. The packed church and triumphant worship songs make my soul warm. The food is fantastic too. You know me - anytime I get food I'm a happy girl.
My grandmother used to make this cheesy potato dish every Easter. Its the kind of casserole you shouldn't really eat so we only do so once a year. Maybe by eating it on Easter we think we're celebrating life by eating something which dares death by calories and clogged arteries. At any rate - its cheddar cheese, sour cream, cream of chicken, potatoe goodness. Last year my mom made it. It was good - but not grandma good. Mom didn't put the cornflakes on top. This year we made it. We added cornflakes and onion. Closer. Still not grandma good.
It's possible what was missing was her.
The recipes and treasures from family serve to call my heart to eternity. The best part of Easter is the promise. Death loses. Heaven wins.
I love Jesus. I think my two daughters can change the world. I think you can too.
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