My sister Mindy says it's because of all the drugs that were in her mother's system when she was born or maybe the abuse she suffered in those first months of life as she was dragged through the streets with her Mom. I don't know. I only know she cannot keep still. Stillness eludes her.....and us when she is present. I swear the expression "keep your hands to yourself" must have been coined for Isabella. But somehow the Only One who has the power to truly still us did just that.
As I began to read her the story, the other girls drew nigh and wanted to take turns opening the eggs while the story was being read. First there was the donkey and then the silver chalice and the praying hands, then the whip, the crown of thorns and the nails and so on. As we continued, the commotion in the room seemed to fade-only the intensiveness of the story of the way He died seemed to capture our attention. Finally we got to the last egg. It was empty to represent the tomb and the resurrection! And that's when it happened....that moment when heaven touches earth.
And so right there in the middle of the ordinary Isa asked Jesus to come into her heart and to make her new. He came and stilled her soul and gave her an assurance of eternal life.
And so we celebrate! Thank you Jesus for coming, for becoming a child, for taking on humanity so that the captives could be set free!