It is Easter this week! If I were at home, I would be eating Peeps. You know Peeps? The fluffy little sugar-coated, chick-shaped balls of marshmallow wonderfulness that puff up in the microwave and only migrate seasonally in America? Oh, how I rue the fact that these birds only peep out of their nests for three weeks of the year. (Did you get that pun? :]) I love Peeps.
There is a boy at school with a Peeps t-shirt. I told him I could probably eat 100 Peeps because I loved them so much. He didn’t believe. I tried to convince him (not sure why, death by sugar for me, I guess). He said he would buy me 100 Peeps and see if I could eat them.
Well that hasn’t happened yet, which is why I am not lying dead before you with crystallized sugar freezing up my veins, but I tell you the truth! I love Peeps. And point of the story, these chicks look like Peeps.
These shots were taken on my old camera, so the quality is not super high, but I love the yellow next to the aqua of the box bottom. It is striking.
Even more striking, though, and even more worthy of my love than Peeps, is the real reason I love Easter. Easter is a reminder of how much Jesus loves me. He died a death far worse than eating 100 Peeps all so that we would be free of the guilt of our sin and experience real life. Here’s what he said:
“I am the resurrection and the life. Whoever believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live, and everyone who lives and believes in me shall never die. Do you believe this?” –Jesus