My son woke up early on Easter morning and he is not a morning person. He is, instead, a curious combination of early riser plus total morning grump.
That means demands, tears, and the request (denied) that we use the tie-dye kits he and his sister received to make “splat shirts” right away, as in before 7 a.m. on Easter Sunday morning.
Mornings aren’t usually rough, but everyone has a tough start sometimes. Mostly, I just shrug ours off and move along.
But this day. This day was harder on the soul.
It was Easter Sunday morning. It should be holy and sacred and full of worship in all-the-things. Worship in my parenting. Worship in my daily routine and acts of service for my family. Worship in the breakfast meal and the dinner preparation.
Good golly, we should have JOY! Joy, I tell you!
It wasn’t worship, though. Or joy.
It was more chaos then calm. A clothing crisis (or two or three) and missing shoes despite instructions that all children should prepare all outfits the night before. It was a grumpy four-year-old not wanting to leave the comfort of the couch.
It was the culmination of a weekend when we had seen sin and attitude and outbursts of anger and fighting.
That’s how I ended up at church on Easter Sunday, trying so hard to psych myself up into feeling all the excitement of celebrating Christ’s resurrection, but actually feeling stretched thin with the realities of me being not-enough.
It hit me in a wave of realization as we sang about death losing its sting and about the wonderful cross.
I was distracted by a teen outgrowing her clothing, a lost pair of white shoes and a four-year-old who doesn’t like waking up.
Meanwhile, I’m supposed to be worshiping the God of the Universe who died on the cross for my sins and then rose up from the dead!
That’s what started my searching: What does it look like for the resurrection to impact my parenting? My home? My everyday morning routine and beyond?
Christ brings all the power of the resurrection right into my everyday, ordinary life.
We read in Romans:
But if the Spirit of Him who raised Jesus from the dead dwells in you, He who raised Christ Jesus from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies [a]through His Spirit who dwells in you (Romans 8:11 NASB).
and in Ephesians:
I also pray that you will understand the incredible greatness of God’s power for us who believe him. This is the same mighty power 20 that raised Christ from the dead and seated him in the place of honor at God’s right hand in the heavenly realms (Ephesians 1:19-20 NLT).
The same Spirit that raised Jesus from the dead is within us!
He can mightily heal what is broken and He can re-order any mess that seems hopelessly overwhelming. No way can an “off” morning defeat me, nor should it distract me.
It also means He brings peace.
After Jesus’s resurrection, He stood in the middle of a room, surrounded by followers, and He said:
“Peace be with you” (John 20:26).
He knew that’s what they needed with all their fear, worry, sorrow, and their deep grief and confusion. They needed His peace smack dab in the middle of the mess they were in.
He brings the peace of His presence right into my life, too. Right into my craziest morning with the deepest ache for calm and for quiet, He can speak peace.
He can BE my peace.
Parenting in light of the resurrection also brings great value to what we’re doing here. It means there is salvation for my children. No one has to stay the same. And I get to be part of their sanctification. I get to witness God at work in their lives and hearts.
Not only does Jesus bring peace. He brings redemption. He brings strength for me and He brings grace for my kids as we come face-to-face with sin and how ugly it is.
Because Jesus died and because He arose, my kids can be forgiven. They can be transformed over time. The sin that tangles them up now doesn’t have to tangle them up forever, as long as we’re willing to battle together against it .
I’m a mom who needs Easter. I need the resurrection to keep the right perspective.
He came. He died. He arose.
Such grace. Such love. Such power. Such hope.