. . . and I rejoice.
Not blindly, as if all is right in the world.
Not in denial, as if I don't know I have some high expectations to live up to.
Not frivolously, as if the pageantry and traditions of the Easter service are enough to carry me for the rest of the year.
And not smugly, as if I think I know everything about worshiping our Maker.
I rejoice humbly, gratefully, and hopefully. Because God makes each day as a gift to us.