Last night I woke up thinking about easter eggs. I did a little quick sketch and then went back to sleep. This morning I worked on my idea. This is my end result.
I want you to think about easter eggs and what they mean to you. You see, I might think I know what they mean to you, but I really don’t. Just like you don’t know what they mean to me. Are they just shells filled with yolk that you color for fun or is there a deeper meaning?
And what is an egg anyway? Is it the beginning of new life? When cracked open it spills out this bright color that only God could create. I marvel at the yolky, yellow, orange hue every time I crack an egg. We can eat it, drink it, boil it, crack it, wash our hair with it, scramble it, and give it to the dog for a shine in his coat.
Now it’s empty. Nothing is there. It reminds me of the empty tomb. Empty but not gone. A body that has been unwrapped, raised and resurrected. Filled with new life.
A cross that is empty. A Savior who LIVES, LOVES and SAVES.
A Savior who watches & waits…for YOU!