Infinite
The Call: Colored Eggs — Jessica
Twelve cups of dye — an infinite combination of colorful eggs.
We’re getting ready for Easter.
Response: Turning the Pages — Cheryl
I read poems and stories hundreds — or even thousands — of years old, and I’m struck by the recurring themes: loyalty, betrayal, pride, honor, ambition. Perhaps more striking is the realization that one theme underpins the rest: the need to feel loved. I then turn to the Bible and find that God has always, and always will, supply what is sought, for his love and mercy are infinite.
Those are some pretty eggs, Jessica. Not surprisingly, we haven’t dyed ours yet. We haven’t eaten dinner yet, either. (It’s 8:30 pm.) That’s how we roll. : }