
Today, I am home with my 5 year old son who is sick with day 6.5 of a 101+ degree fever. But rather than focus on the disappointment of not getting to sing some of my favorite church hymns or watch the children scurry for candy-filled plastic eggs on a gorgeous Sunday morning, I’m feeling grateful for the opportunity to be home, writing this blog post, and reflecting on a different meaning of Easter.


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