We cleaned the terrace and I brought the round table in, to extend the large dining room table so it could fit us all together. Conrad cooked paprikas and baked corn bread. There was an abundance of food. I baked pocket cheesecakes and everyone was happy to enjoy a slow Sunday together.
Recently I had decided not to host meals for the foreseeable future, to rest my mind, my heart. But we hadn’t made plans to be together in a long while and it was time to share Easter together.
After a few hours of stories, kids playing, Conrad sharing his garden, as everyone left I thought to myself that I feel incredibly grateful to feel joy in the cleaning after the party. I had done this hundreds of times and I had started feeling resentful to serve and serve and feel tired. But not today. And not that I let my emotions lead me, but I feel my heart healing as I taste again the joy to set the table and then clean up after. Thank you Jesus for your gift of life, a reason to celebrate, for being risen and for the joy I feel serving, by hosting and feeding my family.