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What He did for me

So today is Easter Sunday.



Easter has always been a bit of a weird one for me. I'm going to be posting a normal post today, so I'm going to keep this one as short as possible but I do love any excuse to be writing so I'm cool with this post but I'm afraid it's not me telling you the Easter story :)

This year I was a little bit shocked with myself. Easter has always been a bit of a weird on, I never grew up in a Christian school or had any interest in listing when I was forced to church on the odd occasion as a child (I'd spend the service playing on my DS) I was aware of the Easter story and what Jesus did for us but at the same time I had no idea. This has carried on into my teenage life and even when I came to know God the story still confused me.

I sat in a Primary school when I was at work experience and heard 8 year olds know the story better than I did. Yes I know the story, but sometimes that's all it was. It was juts another story, words on a page. I was shocked at myself when this year I was dreading Easter because of the chocolate eggs. For a while I never really thought about the true meaning of Easter. I got so caught up on with my ED and all sorts that I pushed the real reason to the side.

This isn't my normal post guys. This one hasn't got a structure and it's going to be preety bad aswell.

But I didn't get to go to church this morning what sucks. Wish I got to but oh well. So I'm typing this in my living room listening to worship music because that's all I've got at the moment. But maybe that's what I needed. Maybe I'v started to believe that God can only be found in churches and classrooms. But maybe just here, in my living room with my mum and brother who are compleatly unawear of what I'm typing or listening to, I can ave my own little Easter, my own little thankful moment of what God did for us, that amazing moment of thanks for Jesus ding for me.

Easter has a lot of distractions, losts of tempting food that sometime had very little link to what its all about, there's pressure to go to a church because its the respectful and right thing to do (what I wish I did this morning) but after feeling far from God, maybe this is what's ok to do. Maybe I don't need to be part of a big congregation to worship God, maybe I can have my own little moment with him in a room of people who are complealty clueless as to what I'm doing.



Arabella.

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