Recently, a friend asked me what comes to my mind when I think about Easter and quickly I realized two things come to my mind.
First, how thankful I am for God's love, forgiveness, and help. I tell you, I couldn't have made it without all He's done for me.
Then I immediately think of being a little girl in Butcher Holler. Easter was so special. I could hardly wait with expectation, knowing that my mommy was making me the prettiest of flour sack dresses I'd get all year. For Easter, she went the extra mile with every bit of frill and beauty she could add to it. Some years, when she could scrap it together, somehow, I'd get a pair of sandals to match. It's hard for folks to understand what it was really like back then, way back in the holler. I wore those flour sack Easter dresses to Sunday School and church like I was the Queen of England. I was so happy and so thankful and so proud. I tell you the truth that to this day, I think those dresses were more beautiful to me than any designer ballgown I've ever worn. Mommy made them with love and that's something I'll never forget. For me, Easter is God's love, redemption, forgiveness, new starts, and pretty little flour sack Easter dresses in the back hills of Kentucky.
