He is not here

 print by Walter Rane

I serve in the Nursery.  I was so blessed today to be able to teach these precious 18month- 3year old children that Jesus Christ was Resurrected.

They were captivated by the details.

At the end of the lesson, we gave each child a picture of the tomb, the large stone that was rolled in front of the door, and a picture of the Resurrected Christ.

My heart about could not contain the sound of their little voices and chatter while they were coloring.

Many of them practicing these new words they had learned... tomb... resurrected.

I had one child holding up two little fingers to clarify to a classmate that there were 2 angels that came and rolled the stone away.  

The little boy next to me had colored all his pictures except the one of Jesus.  I asked him if he needed help coloring Jesus.  He looked at me so matter of fact and said, "NO!  I want him all white.  He needs to be all white cause he is alive again."

Obviously in this little 2year olds minds eye... the resurrected Jesus MUST be all white... I loved it!

So thankful for this day.

So thankful for my calling at church and the children I serve and adore.

So thankful for blessings I have pondered on in earnest today.

So thankful for my family which are my greatest joy.

So thankful for a wonderful dinner... even if I near burnt the yeast rolls.

So thankful for time spent as a family on our front porch this evening.

So thankful that I have not had to spend a day of my life on this earth without the knowledge of my Heavenly Father, my Heavenly Mother, and a dear brother that loves me enough to die for me.

So thankful, truly.