Easter
In this commercial world we live in, we find store shelves filled. Filled with candy~pre-made filled baskets, even bags of colorful plastic eggs. The Easter bunny is in full swing, get a picture or find the hidden eggs. Easter started a long time ago, way before the commercial stores. Some still remember that day, a day when the world was changed. When a man not just any man, God's Son died for the world and rose. Each Spring this story needs to be retold, it is a reminder of God's love for all of us.
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2023
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