Hoppy Easter

I am probably one of the only twenty-one-year-olds who still gets an Easter basket, but I am more than okay with that. I'm sitting here in my floor, happily munching on sweet-tarts and watching Chronicles of Narnia bloopers. Mom and Dad know my love of fresh fruit, so I have a basket of apples and oranges downstairs. Happy little things. Furry pink bunnies. Sunrise services. I always love the sunrise service on Easter morning because of its quiet reverence. The earth is waking up from her beauty sleep and all the world is singing glory to the Creator. It is easiest for me to sense Gods' presence when witnessing the unmatched beauty of dawn and dusk. Such moments are particularly lovely this time of year. I often find myself in complete awe. There is such wonder in even the tiniest flower. "God must be a painter." I glance at the richly colored petals and wish that I had access to his paint supply. Man can only dream of creating such brilliance.