Tessa Emily Hall writes the last guest post in our Easter series this month. Tessa is a good writer friend who loves to write novels, act, and make crafts. Her creative spirit is inspiring, as is this post about the gift of Easter.
When I was a kid, Easter meant painting eggs and finding Easter baskets. It meant sneaking a few bites of my chocolate bunny before church, then going on an Easter egg hunt afterwards.
As I grew older, though, the real meaning of Easter became more than just a Bible story I was taught year after year. Easter became more significant to me than just another commercial holiday.
, Jesus’ resurrection
, What Easter Means to Me: The Greatest Gift
, Tessa Emily Hall