My Easter today is nothing like the one I used to celebrate as a child. My family did a very formal traditional Easter back then. We were a mixture of Protestants and Catholics but that never seemed to matter (although some of my family members couldn't come to my church). There was the shopping for the new Easter outfit - dress, shoes, gloves, hat, spring coat, etc. The hat was always a point of disagreement for Mom and me. I look terrible in hats and when you see pictures of me in them it is pretty obvious.
The relatives always shuffled between my Grandma J's or our house for the big meal. Time was set - dishes assigned (secretly always hoping Grandma B would bake a lemon meringue pie for me). For some reason I always remember the Easter at Grandma J's more. Pots of lilies decorated the room. Sitting around the dining room table with the traditional Polish Catholic butter lamb adorning the center. We came from Buffalo and it is a big thing there - even though we were not Polish :)
After we ate - it was ladies to the kitchen and guys to the living room. I would sneak upstairs and play in the upstairs front parlor. If I got lucky the door to the attic was unlocked and I would sneak up there and play all sorts of imaginative games. (until I got caught)
My young years were made up of traditions - the Easter eggs, the candy, the baskets, the clothes, the traditional meal, etc. What was missing was a personal relationship with the One who had risen. Take all the pagan traditional stuff out of the picture and we all missed the centerpiece of the table. The butter lamb represented the Lamb who had given His life for us and needed us to partake of Him. The scarlet ribbon around his neck was a symbol of the blood He shed for me. Right there in front of me - and I couldn't see it.
Today I don't have all the traditions around me. I miss them - just like I miss the family with whom I celebrated. (I don't miss the hats or gloves) What I have that I didn't have then is Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior. He isn't a tradition - He is life and life more abundant. I don't begrudge people their traditions - as long as Christ is above all else.
Sometimes in my life it isn't that there isn't anything to blog. It is that there is way too much! And some of those things are pretty personal and things I don't want out on the Net. So you (if there is anyone still out there) get nothing to read. It doesn't mean I don't think about posting. Oh - believe me - I write blogs all the time :) It is a matter of determining whether or not they should see themselves in print. Most see the file thirteen of my mind.
So far Jbird is hanging in there with this semester. Of course he is trying very hard to procrastinate and let it pile up to where he is overcome by the sheer size of his assignments. However, (trying very hard not to be super pushy) his dad and I keep reminding him of the dates. In fact, he has promised to sit down with me today and go over this month's calendar. Hopefully, this will occur. Since I last spoke to you - J has been admitted to Phi Theta Kappa and has an honors day program to attend this coming Thursday. I couldn't get him to go to the induction for Phi Theta but since his father has this week off for Easter vacation, I hope he'll attend this ceremony.
Rich is now on thyroid medicine. After his overnight stay in hospital it was determined his thyroid is low. I can see an improvement already and they will probably bump it up even more. Hubby and a couple of other teachers went to break up a fight at their school (between two opposing gang members). For the first time in over eighteen years of teaching, he had a kid attack him. Rich tried to get out of the way but he was shoved backward and fell. He injured his elbow, and bruised his hip and his leg. Thankfully, he won't have to press personal charges - the school will press charges against the boy because blood was drawn. Don't ask me how I feel about all of this. I will say that I feel badly for all that the boy faces and he definitely needs prayer.
I have done quite of bit of knitting since December - slippers, two baby sweaters, baby booties - all completed. I am working on "Hey Teach" and another child's sweater. Can't figure out why I seem to be having so much trouble getting Hey Teach done - I've read plenty of blogs that say it just whips up. Hmmm. Anyway, I've started painting again - a bit.
I also am on week seven of the twelve week program with NAMI. I have learned so much and highly reccomend the program to anyone who has a loved one with mental illness. I look forward to Rich attending the program and I've even considered being trained to help volunteer. We'll see.
The other issue is one I don't care to discuss at this time because it is throwing me into a fit of depression/anger/denial - and instead of prompting me to action it is causing me to shut-down. Some days it is all I can do to say "Get up and get going." However, the situation isn't going to go away and I have to believe that God will see us through this. I in fact know that He will - it is more that I don't want to go down the road it appears we will have to go down. For one thing I know that Jbird will not handle the stress and strain well at all and it is going to rock is "safe stable" world.
And if God uses it for no other reason than to force me to face that I have judged other people who have found themselves in this situation than I guess I will have learned a lesson at a very high price.