Easter Thoughts

It happens every year without fail. No matter where my eyes wander the rest of the year -- French style, antique markets, beautiful homes, good food and wine, new card ideas, stationery designs -- my gaze is always refocused on the cross at Easter. It's cleansing, refreshing and deeply satisfying. My other passions and interests don't disappear, but they pale in comparison. They find their right place...and my soul sings.

This song gets me every time. Surveying the cross is what Good Friday and Easter are all about. Even if you didn't grow up going to church (I didn't)...or if you're all grown up with different beliefs...or if you're  a follower of Christ in need of a refresher (yes, please!)...the cross is worth a look. When I look...really look...it changes me.

I'll leave you with a few good quotes to ponder as you approach the cross.

From No Wonder They Call Him the Savior by Max Lucado (one of the first "Chrisitian" books I ever read):
History has done everything to [the cross] but ignore it. That's the one option the cross does not offer....You can't ignore a piece of lumber that suspends the greatest claim in history. A crucified carpenter claiming that he is God on earth? Divine? Eternal? The death-slayer?
No wonder Paul called it "the core of the gospel." Its bottom line is sobering: if the account is true, it is history's hinge. Period. If not, it is history's hoax.
Reminds me of a thought-provoking passage in C.S. Lewis' Mere Christianity (everyone should read this at least once). The full passage is intellectually sound and quite provocative. Here's a snippet:
Either this was, and is, the Son of God, or else a madman or something worse. You can shut Him up for a fool or you can fall at His feet and call Him Lord and God. 
And from one of my favorite children's books, The Tale of Three Trees:
One Friday morning, the third tree was startled when her beams were yanked from the forgotten woodpile. She flinched as she was carried through an angry jeering crowd. She shuddered when soldiers nailed a man's hands to her. She felt ugly and harsh and cruel. But on Sunday morning, when the sun rose and the earth trembled with joy beneath her, the third tree knew that God's love had changed everything. 
Happy Easter, friends. I hope you enjoy the view!

P.S. I'll catch my glimpses here on Friday evening and Sunday morning. The doors are wide open. I'll even save you a seat!


  1. Wow...I am inspired! So inspired that I pulled my dusty copy of "The Tale of Three Trees" off my bookshelf and read it again -- just in time for Easter! Happy Easter -- may it be filled with more of His love than you could ever imagine! Love ya!

  2. Hi Linsey- thanks for visiting me tonite and leaving such a nice comment! Your blog and your family are just precious. Glad you found me so I could find you.

  3. I just found you from Holly Mathis Interiors. I LOVE your work. I'm a former stationery designer, so I speak from experience!!! You are amazing and have your focus on the right person! Keep up the great work. God has blessed you with an amazing gift! Thank you for the sweet testimony.



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