Drew and I hosted an Easter Egg hunt in our backyard for ten years. We usually had about 300 moms, dads, grandmothers, grandfathers and children. I well remember the first year. I made the mistake of going into the house while Drew gave the rules and began the hunt. When I came back five minutes later the hunt was winding down! The horde of children had swept across the yard vacuuming up every goodie. I had missed it all.
The next year I determined to witness the hunt first hand. Again parents, grandparents and children gathered in our yard. Drew gave the rules and off they went. What I hadn’t expected was the sheer joy finding each egg produced. Even with a full basket, the joy of finding another egg produced as much joy as the first.
This spring we and many we know are experiencing a sort of communal death. The organization we have had the privilege to be a part of is forever changed. And each of us is trying to find a way to stabilize our worlds, a way to move forward.
God reminded me of our Easter Egg Hunts years ago. Only this time I, an adult, am attending the hunt and God is the host. After accepting God’s invitation I made a list, God’s Easter Eggs To Me and off I went.
Unlike the hunts we gave, in my God-directed hunt you could go into the house and come back and find me still hunting. Since I am an adult, my eggs are harder to find. Require more effort. But, my list is growing and I experience great joy with the finding of each egg. If I hadn’t already packed my Easter baskets away for our move, I would put a egg in my basket with each addition to my list.
Maybe this year you also need to be invited to an Easter Egg hunt. I would love you to join mine. God has laid before us eggs to find and gather. Joy to be discovered.
You have filled my heart with greater joy than when their grain and new wine abound. Psalm 4:7