I was standing over the stove about three weeks ago when I told her: "We'll be here the day before Easter. I'm happy to make the bunny cakes if you'll tell me what to do." Jim fussed me for it, later, but I explained: I'd heard her say something about maybe paying someone to make the cakes and didn't want her to do that.
To be honest, I couldn't imagine she'd be able to make those bunny cakes, but she was so determined that she sure enough made a trip to the Dollar Tree--oxygen tank and all--for the cake decorations. It was the first time in weeks that she'd left her trailer for something other than a doctor's appointment. "I think I'll go to church, Sunday," she told Jim over the phone. "If I can make it to the Dollar Tree, I can make it to church." And she did.
By the time we arrived just before Easter, she'd not only baked the bunny cakes and perched them side-by-side atop the china cabinet, but she'd also made a whole new plan for the weekend: we were going to eat Easter dinner Saturday evening and go to church--all eleven of us, just like last year--Sunday morning.
Saturday went off according to the new plan. Not so much Sunday, but it was okay; my brother made the hour-plus drive to read scripture, and afterwards, Jim's brother got out his guitar. By the time my parents arrived to watch the little kids hunt eggs, we'd been singing for hours. Jim's mom, too, and I'm tempted to wonder how she more than held her own with an advanced condition of the lung, but I remember and profess: we are people of faith, people who believe in the power of God within.
This, then, becomes part of my testimony: all things are possible with Him, including bunny cakes and hymns.
**linking, also, with Jen's SDG community at Finding Heaven