Easter Basket

Today, I was in a strange pull between my Lenten concentration and the stores' understanding of Easter. Agh!!! Commercialization! Yes, I'm deep in my Lenten journey but then, in a moment of fluffy, pink, blue and other pastel abominations I was in shoulder deep amidst 'Easter'. I'm not ready for that celebration. I'm still in the journey!!! But as I sauntered (that's what we do in Texas)...as I sauntered through the Michaels looking for items for a church luncheon...there they were...gazing at me... Bunnies, eggs, baskets, fake grass...Dang it! I couldn't help but think of my niece and how fun it would be to give her an Easter basket full of goodies. At first, I just let my eyes skim over the baskets. None of them measure up to my Easter basket, the one I've had forever, but they were pretty. Then I looked at the fake grass. I have an issue with plastic grass since the grass in my basket is made of paper. So I didn't look at that plastic grass and I surely didn't buy any! Then, finding that the basket had made it's way into my cart I thought, awe, what the heck, and walked over to the little Easter gifts. Before I knew it, there was a nice little Easter backet for a 15 month old taking shape. May I say it is lovely. There is no candy, no sidewalk chalk and no Peeps. (I get the Peeps...although I'm not allowed to eat them till Easter morn.) So here is my revelation. I can plan for what is to come in the midst of my journey. I can be in the zone of self examination at the same time I'm embracing the joy of the moment of the resurrection. As we continue our journey, we do so with the joy of the life we live in Christ. Now!!!