You know the drill. All the leaves fall off the apple tree in the Fall. The tree looks dead all winter. But then tiny specs of green appear again in the Spring. Before long, the pretty, delicate, pink buds are revealed and then blossom. It’s kind of a relief when I see the apple blossoms. It’s a reassurance that the tree is not only alive but healthy and it will again fulfill the purpose God gave it. The blossoms make me smile.
We all have a purpose whether we know what it is or not. I believe it is through serving others (family, friends or strangers) that our purpose is revealed. Small, kind, acts or words that make someone smile renews hope. That, I believe, is the message of Easter. Jesus Christ gives old things new life and purpose.
And a fun time was had by all in Tillicum Campground.
We only had a few campers with children but they were hiding Easter eggs – plastic, thank goodness! We’d have seagulls, crows and racoons everywhere if they’d been real eggs.
The Tillicum Easter Bunny hid some eggs too! He had to help an adult find one by kicking it off his path and out onto the grass.
Notes from my Workamping Journal:
I appreciate return customers. It says something about the job we are doing. However, one repeat customer has been bad about leaving cigarette butts on the ground. So, when I saw them and saw a butt not an hour after their arrival, I needed to do something. For some reason, I never see the people. So, I got a plastic Folger’s can, put sand in it and a cigarette butt and left it by their chair. After they were gone, all that was left was the butt can – no butts on the ground!
The light sky baited me out to the beach for a nice, although quick, walk this morning.
I said “quick” because there was a huge, dark, cloud making its way across the ocean.
So there was a little bit of color in the sky. Then it turned a little drizzely. We got our driving done early so we could spend the sunny afternoon working in Tillicum Campground.
It was looking like it would be a great sunset. So I warned Don that I’d be leaving the table, in the middle of dinner, if there was color in the sky.
The closer the sun got to the horizon, the more I could see these “tiny” little clouds way out on the horizon.
We were reflecting today on why the friday before Easter is called “Good” Friday. My first thought was that, if I’d been there I don’t think I would have considered it a good day. However, apparently “Good” is an interpretation of the word “Holy”. That day certainly was a holy day for Jesus Christ and all His followers; and it still is…over 2000 years later. What a gift He has given me in that intercessory prayer in the Garden of Gethsemane.