Sunday, April 4th, 2010
An Easter story
Easter always reminds me of a moment much earlier in our marriage.
Early one Easter morning, Johnny woke and saw I was already up. Usually he’d be well ahead of me, while I was still struggling to open my eyes.
“You’re up first this morning,” he said. “That’s appropriate.”
I said, “You mean because the women got to the grave before the men?”
“No,” he said, “I mean the raising of the dead.”
6 Responses to “An Easter story”
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That’s hysterical and sounds exactly like my house and something my husband would say. I’m the sleepy head and he barely sleeps at all. Thank you Jesus that I sleep so well! LOVE, LOVE, LOVE this!! Thanks for sharing. Made me laugh.
Ah, the humor! Thanks for the smile…
yep….I remember the day well…you came and told me at church. And so now every time I read about the women at the tomb I think of you! I laugh every time!
Made my husband and I laugh. :-) I enjoy reading your blog and gleaning wisdom from you.
Thank you for the Easter memories posted here! We were just telling the children last week of the Easter dinner we had at your house, probably in 1991 or 1992. What a good memory!
No one understands this like those who understand this! I love you! fj