It was, instead, on the small beings He's placed in our family for a season or forever. The shopping for items to bring them joy. Our little GQ boy's delight over his fedora and bow tie. Relishing the sloppy, crazy egg dipping adventure. Policing how much of the bounty of candy was eaten right then and there.
And the strangest thing happened. I saw Jesus everywhere. He was in my daughter as she loved these babies who aren't hers and as she gave of her energy to give them this over materialistic celebration called Easter. He was in my son and daughter-in-law as they played the roles of best aunt and uncle on the planet. He was in Rob as he patiently explained "inside voices" one more time. He was in me when I loved them with every fiber of my being. And He is with us all as we pray for them and their future and take every opportunity to present the hope only He can provide.
He's kinda like that, isn't He?
