Happy Easter 2012

What a privilege to spend Easter with my daughter and her family! They were all dressed up to go to church this morning. And true to tradition we had to take pictures. My daughter bribes the kids—If they don’t cooperate in front of the camera they get no Easter basket. My son-in-law wasn’t expecting a basket with goodies but he was kind enough to let me get a picture of him and my daughter.

Aren’t the beautiful? Brianna (7), Sarah (3 1/2), & Lana (8)

Now the picture is complete. David (8) has three sisters to watch over!

Brianna with her Easter basket

Sarah, who in a month has her forth birthday.
“After my birthday,” she says, “it will be Christmas!”

We had a wonderful service at the church I attend when I’m in Ft. Gibson. What was so special? We had a baptism! What a great day in which to be baptized—when we celebrate that Jesus rose from the dead. In baptism we bury our old life of sin to be raised into new life in Christ.

“Or don’t you know that all of us who were baptized into Christ Jesus were baptized into his death? We were therefore buried with him through baptism into death in order that, just as Christ was raised from the dead through the glory of the Father, we too may live a new life. If we have been united with him like this in his death, we will certainly also be united with him in his resurrection” (Romans 6:3-6).

We had Easter dinner with the Pastor family at the church my daughter and her family attend. My four grandchildren and their four children make up quite a bunch. The youngest one has a problem with her hip, so she is in a cast.

Bella, with a cast that goes up above her waist (it shows on her left side)

Here they are, the children, eating quickly so they can go out and play.

The little “man of the house.” Just as David he also has three sisters!

Then came the egg hunt.
Here is Lana, running, and then counting her finds.

David got a basket full which he asked me guard for him.

Mother and daughter, Easter 2012

People have told us most of her life how much we look alike. I tend to agree. On Easter 1970 I became a mother for the first time. The girl I had then never had the privilege of becoming a mother. I praise God for Carina and the beautiful grandchildren she and her husband have given me.

Forgive me for showing off my family. It’s the best I have. By the way, we had not planned the matching colors!

I hope I’ll have many more Easters to celebrate with my family. And when Jesus comes to take us home, we will all celebrate with Him in Heaven.

Do you have the assurance of eternal life? Let Jesus be your Lord!


About kelund

My name is Kerstin Anderas-Lundquist. I was born in Sweden to Per & Brita Anderas, on March 6, 1946. In 1948 we left to begin a missionary life in Chile; in 1956 we moved on to Peru. On May 1, 1969 I married an all-Swedish guy from Karslkrona: Bengt Göran Emanuel Lundquist. God blessed us with two daughters: Eva-Marie Elizabeth and Ruth Carina. We served as missionaries in Peru and Bolivia. In 1988 we moved to the United States to work at Life Publishers in Miami, Florida. I was to assist in developing the line of Sunday School Curriculm in Spanish known as Vida Nueva. I live in Springfield, Missouri, and am retired from work at the Assemblies of God Headquarters. My husband and daughter Eva-Marie have been promoted to Heaven. Carina is married to Thom Cole and they have given me four gourgeous grandchildren, even five (teen-age John). I will be writing about my life, past and present, blended with visions for the future. My deepest desire is to spread the “seed of love”–inspiration to serve God and our neighbors with love and compassion.
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