I couldn’t come to grips with writing a new post this week. Something or Someone advised me to step back and take a self-care breather.
So, I’ve pulled this one from the 2015 archives, brushed it up a bit, and offer it to you on this Easter weekend in 2020. The memory is one of my childhood favorites. It always comes to mind during the week before Easter.
One Easter Sunday stands out in my mind above all others. The year 1950. I was around age four. Dressing up was a highlight to most little girls, especially around Easter.
Easter meant a visit from the Easter Bunny with baskets filled with eggs and jelly beans and always a chocolate bunny. And it almost always meant new clothes. This particular Easter meant a new pair of black patent leather Mary Janes. I was proud and excited to wear them. I thought Sunday would never come.
Finally, Sunday came. Up early to check out what was left by the Easter Bunny, eat breakfast, brush our teeth, and then dress for church.
That’s when it all fell apart. I heard Mama and Daddy talking. Well, maybe arguing.
“She cannot wear those shoes. Can’t you see it snowed last night?”
Oh, no! Mama was telling Daddy I couldn’t wear my new shoes. If I hurried, I could get dressed and have my new shoes on before they finished.
“Honey, the snow isn’t that deep.” Hurray for Daddy! But Mama was having none of it.
Finally, Daddy saved the day. He told Mama if she felt it was too messy to wear the new shoes, he would carry me from the house to the car, from the car to the church, and reverse his plan when it was time to come home.
I’ll never forget wearing those shiny new shoes. But above all, I’ll never forget how loved I felt when Daddy reached down with his long arms, picked me up, and carried me to the car and into church that morning. I like to think it was Daddy’s way of showing me the unconditional love of God.
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Perfect analogy of how our Heavenly Father, reaches down and scoops us up and carries us through, when we need Him to. Thank you <3
Mindy, I believe I always thought of my dad as being so much like our Heavenly Father. This memory is an example of why. Thanks for stopping by.
You were very blessed to have a dad like that. So glad!
This is a lovely reflection! You know how much I love nostalgia, especially regarding shoes. My Easter shoes must have been black too, but I longed for red.
Your father’s actions certainly reminds me of my Heavenly Father.
Yes, Marian, you are nostalgic and all about shoes. Both reasons I love you! As I told Mindy above, my dad always seemed to me to be like our Heavenly father, and it was actions like this one that kept that rich in my memories. Glad you stopped by.
Poignant and beautifully written.
Susan, thanks for your gracious comment.
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