Finding Jesus...

This week I found it very difficult to focus on the true meaning of Easter. I felt like I was walking down a long hallway with amazing doors that entered rooms on either side for me to walk through, explore, and spend my time in. Each room was filled with good things to see and be a part of but none of them ever helped me reach the end of the hallway to the true and eternal purpose of this week. Jesus.

We had a lot of fun and new experiences for the boys with egg hunts and doing crafts. The easter bunny came and the boys got new clothes. There were endless amounts of food to cook and eat, loads of laundry to wash and dry, people to have over and entertain. All along the way I found myself wondering what happened to the days when I could attend an Easter service at a different church each night of Easter week? What happened to the hours of quiet time in beautiful parks thanking God for his gift of grace and comfort for this life? What happened to the long spiritual debates my friends and I would have over coffee late into each night? All in all we had a great Easter, but did I ever reach the end of my walk to spend time with Jesus like I did before life got busy with kids and a million distractions?

The answer is "Yes". I did find Jesus this week, it may not have been in hours of meditation or sacrifices to those in need, but every door I walked through this week Jesus was right there. I may only remember one thing from the entire sermon Sunday morning (because I was focused on keeping a newborn from screaming) but the simplicity of that one song is as powerful a reminder of Christ as 20 complicated sermons. I may not have spent hours in coffee houses having lengthy debates, but I sat in the grass and showed my son all the miraculous things God made just for him to enjoy. I may not have had long quiet times in a beautiful park but I held my boys in a hug and for the first time recognized the true sacrifice God made by sending His Son to the cross...amazing! Jesus was there, He was right beside me through all the chaos of kids and celebrations and fun. Jesus is not some high I reach at the end of the hallway, He is right beside me in every moment and every joy and every struggle of motherhood. So for this tired but happy mother of two, I say "Thank you Jesus for teaching me that it is as easy to find you now as it has ever been".