Chips of paint peeling off and dropping like ants to the ground.
Londie and I . . . sisters in our freshly-pressed Easter clothes, squeaky new shoes on our feet.
We always wore our new church shoes on Easter Day.
My Mom would take us to the old Ames, or to Ann and Hope, and we would pick out shoes for Easter -- shoes that we would be able to wear to church through the summer.
I remember the white patent leather and trying not to let my new shoes get any black smudges on them.
We were so excited . . .
Easter was so special to us . . .
The Day of Resurrection, of joy, of hope after the long days of Winter.
A Day to celebrate our Risen Lord and the glory that He has shed abroad in our hearts.
I remember my Mama's face shining in church, the hope in her eyes as she sang the beautiful Easter hymns with gusto. My Mama loved much . . . and loves much still . . .
|My Mom and sister, Londie--shortly after my Mom became a Christian|
And my sister, Londie, so full of spunk and like a little mother to me, always helping, always encouraging, always guiding without bossing, her voice scratchy and strong, singing the hymns, too.
And then little Lishy, her tiny, short legs swinging in the church pew, her long hair tumbling down around her big, lovely, searching eyes.
Finally, me, smack in the middle -- frizzy dark hair wisping around my face -- my aspirations in those days mainly limited to trying to imitate Sandy Patti, and getting to act the part of "Laura" in all of our Little House on the Prairie imaginary play.
We would go home to the crispy browned ham and to the lovely round rolls and to our earlier-opened Easter baskets. And desserts would be at Auntie's -- all the wealth and fanfare of an Italian family's delicious sweet spread.
Easter was so special . . .
My Mom, beforehand, would prepare her "Easter bread," a huge anise-flavored braid, shiny and decadently-festooned with bright Easter eggs all colored and tucked in to its creases all around.
And we would cut huge chunks of it and revel in all of its bready goodness.
We didn't have much, but we had Jesus, and He is enough.
Easter was special and Jesus risen and our hearts glad . . .
The glory of our hearts and the light of our eyes -- a time for celebration and rejoicing -- a time to delight in His precious gift of life.
A time to shout for joy in our hearts and to wear our new shoes and to proclaim that He is risen indeed . . .
For He is . . .