A serpent in the garden

There is a prophecy in the book of Genesis that speaks of the enmity between the serpent and the descendant of Eve. "...He shall bruise your head and you shall bruise His heel." In my understanding this prophecy was fulfilled in the death and resurrection of Jesus. Satan thought he had his victory when Christ was crucified. But that crucifixion was actually just a bruising of the Savior's heel, not the end of the story. Christ won the ultimate victory when He defeated the powers of sin and death with His resurrection from the dead. In my mind Easter is the celebration of Christ's resurrection and the fulfillment of the prophecy that the serpent's head will be crushed. Keep that in mind as you read the following story about my Easter Sunday afternoon.
I'm in Kansas at the moment and staying with a great, gracious family that is kindly hosting me and encouraging me as I try to raise some financial support in the area. They invited me to join them in their family Easter gathering at Grandpa and Grandma's house. Every year they have an Easter egg hunt in the yard for the grand kids. Apparently Grandma has been saving the large plastic eggs from pantyhose containers for decades and there were almost 100 eggs to hide. I jumped at the invitation to help hide the eggs outside. I was given the task of hiding the eggs for 4 year old Laci. It was a sweet job because you don't have to be sneaky at all to hide for someone that young. Literally, I was setting the eggs in plain sight in the grass. While placing one such egg I screamed and nearly had a heart attack when I realized a little too late that I put the egg on top of a snake! I hate snakes. Apparently so does Grandpa Lyle. He came right over and killed it by stomping on its head. All on Easter Sunday...what are the odds?

Chocolate Milk Mustache

Hannah spent the morning drinking out of mud puddles. Her muddy snout doesn't look so bad because she wiped most of it on my pants when she came in.
I'm going to miss her clown antics for the next couple of weeks while I take a short trip to Kansas. While I'm in Wichita I'll get to meet up with some friends I haven't seen in a long time and hopefully meet some new folks, too. Join me in praying that God uses these 10 days in Kansas to bring in the next 15% of my total support needs so that I am at 85% of my total goal by the end of the month.
And you can pray for my family, too. They're going to need a little bit of extra patience taking care of crazy Hannah. :)

Sleep on it.

If I got a buzz cut I don't think I would mind all the wind so much. Tonight I almost got blown down by a 50mph gust. That was after I got blasted with gasoline blowing off the nozzle while I was filling up. I smell like a truck stop. Last week an empty dumpster about had its way with me while I was trying to bring it up from the street.
Now for those of you who know me well you're thinking, "Emily, all those things would happen to you regardless of the wind." You're right. And that's not what I'm complaining about. What irks me is that my hair gets tied in knots and smacks me in the eyes while all of the accidenting is going on. That's why I want a buzz cut...so I can stumble in style. Maybe I'll wait a few days to make any big decisions.