Getting to Know You….4.6.12

Handshake by © Adam Radosavljevic

I am loving our Getting to Know You posts! I’ve learned so much about so many of you that I feel like we are just old friends by now!!

Since this is Resurrection weekend, I thought we would do a Getting To Know You that is related to Easter.

Share an Easter memory with us. It can be anything at all, but must pertain to Easter.

Here’s mine and it is not at all spiritual: My mother always made our clothes and so she would make my sister and me wonderful Easter dress creations. I was so disappointed one year when I was not yet 10 years old because I would not be able to wear my new Easter dress and go to church. Why? I had the mumps! Oh, my word, my neck was so swollen and sore, I looked like I had swallowed a basketball. I was so sick but what really hurt was not being able to go to church in my new dress.

Now, it’s your turn. I can’t wait to hear your Easter memory!

  • JK

    I gave my heart to Jesus on Easter Sunday morning. As a little
    nine year
    old girl this was HUGE to me. At the time my mind set was, I
    knew

    that I had disobeyed the Lord and that I did not want to go to
    hell (this was my response to my pastor). Fifty seven years later I am humbled
    beyond belief and so very thankful to love and serve such a beautiful

    saviour Jesus Christ. Joy

    • http://www.leahadams.org/ Leah Adams

      What a beautiful story! I had no idea you accepted jesus on Easter. How precious.  

  • Sheryl Dean

    I remember when my oldest nephew was just about 4 years old.  He still thought I was everything then.  I was coming out of one door at church and he was coming out of another.  He came running to me, so happy to see me and tell me all he learned in Sunday School.  Then, we went and hid Easter Eggs for him to find.  What a wonderful day with him. 

    Now he is far from the Lord and won’t even speak to me because my desire is to follow Christ.  It makes my heart so sad.  But, I KNOW that he is a Christian and that one day, he will hear God wooing him back to Himself.

    • http://www.leahadams.org/ Leah Adams

      I am praying that your nephew will remember the love of
      Christ and come running back to Him. Thank you for sharing such a tender
      memory. Happy Resurrection Day, my friend.

    • http://www.leahadams.org/ Leah Adams

      I am praying that your nephew will remember the love of
      Christ and come running back to Him. Thank you for sharing such a tender
      memory. Happy Resurrection Day, my friend.

    • http://www.leahadams.org/ Leah Adams

      I am praying that your nephew will remember the love of
      Christ and come running back to Him. Thank you for sharing such a tender
      memory. Happy Resurrection Day, my friend.

    • http://www.leahadams.org/ Leah Adams

      I am praying that your nephew will remember the love of
      Christ and come running back to Him. Thank you for sharing such a tender
      memory. Happy Resurrection Day, my friend.

  • http://jonstolpe.com/ Jon Stolpe

    We used to die Easter eggs every year with my Mom.  Saturday night after we all went to bed, Dad would hide the Easter eggs around the house.  As we got older, the hiding spots became more challenging.  This makes for a more challenging Easter Egg hunt for the older kids.  And it makes for smelly, rotten eggs in the sugar canister when we don’t find all the eggs.  One year, we discovered a rotten egg a few months after Easter in one of the baking canisters up on the refrigerator.

    • http://www.leahadams.org/ Leah Adams

      Oh my word, I bet that egg smelled atrocious! Ugh! I cannot
      even imagine. What a cool memory, though, that your dad really got into the egg
      hiding thing.

    • http://www.leahadams.org/ Leah Adams

      Oh my word, I bet that egg smelled atrocious! Ugh! I cannot
      even imagine. What a cool memory, though, that your dad really got into the egg
      hiding thing.

    • http://www.leahadams.org/ Leah Adams

      Oh my word, I bet that egg smelled atrocious! Ugh! I cannot
      even imagine. What a cool memory, though, that your dad really got into the egg
      hiding thing.

    • http://www.leahadams.org/ Leah Adams

      Oh my word, I bet that egg smelled atrocious! Ugh! I cannot
      even imagine. What a cool memory, though, that your dad really got into the egg
      hiding thing.

  • jkhenderson3

    My grandmother always made my Easter dresses. :) I always loved getting to pick out the fabric for my dress. I love that your mom made you your dresses. Just something so special about that…having them made by someone who loves you and who you love. :) 

    • http://www.leahadams.org/ Leah Adams

      Kimberly, I was so spoiled. My mother was a very
      accomplished, yet self-taught seamstress. She made beautiful dresses and suits
      fully lined for me and did it up until the time she got grandchildren, then it
      all came to a grinding halt. I miss my beautifully tailored clothes but alas,
      grandchildren are more important!!

  • http://www.peaceforthejourney.com/ elaine @ peace for the journey

    I was born on Easter Sunday. Does that count? Happy Easter, friend. ~elaine

    • http://www.leahadams.org/ Leah Adams

      Elaine, that definitely counts. So your birthday is???  Happy Birthday, in case I missed it already.
      Love you, dear friend.

  • Sassyjules2010

    Leah,
    The Easter that stands out most in my mind was my niece, Janice’s first Easter. My mom had bought her an Easter basket along with the HUGE, stuffed bunny that was, actually, taller that Janice. On the day that my sister, Sandy, was bringing her son, Mark, and Janice over to our house to get their Easter stuff from Grandma and Grandpa, Mom proudly sat the kids baskets and stuffed animals in the living room so that the kids would see them as soon as they walked into our front door. Mom was certain that Mark and Janice would be thrilled with the presents she had lovingly picked for them. Upon entering our house, Mark was thrilled and ran straight for his basket. Janice, on the other hand, took one look at the bunny, freaked out and began hysterically crying and clinging to Sandy’s legs while reaching up to Sandy to pick hie up and protect her. My more Mom was devastated that her present had frightened her so much on her first Easter.

    • http://www.leahadams.org/ Leah Adams

      Oh my, poor thing. I bet that big ole bunny was frightening if it was bigger than she. Thanks for sharing your Easter story, Juli.