Easter's past

As I fondly remember the many  years gone by, my mind returns to Easter Sundays around the Burkhart home.

Each of our precious children would quickly run out to the prepared kitchen table of Easter goodies.

They would find me preparing their breakfast to be quickly eaten so each child could be prepared for morning services in our home church.

Our country home was filled with the fragrance of the Easter ham that I had basted and placed in our oven the night before.

I always loved the smell of the holidays and the  giggles in my home, but now all my children are grown and have those little giggles in their own homes.

Holidays now are quiet and usually nothing special prepared. The ministry had taken my husband and I far from my children so we don't get to hear those giggles any more of the Burkhart holidays.

We always look forward to our visits with our children and thier families through each year, though they seem to be very few. All of our busy lives, jobs and ministries seems to keep us apart.

Life is short and years go by fast and all I seem to have now are my precious memories of the holidays past and a few days each year to hold my babies.

Just a little from a pastor's wife's heart. Ministry can be lonely at times exc