It’s been a very busy few weeks — Peggy’s Mama died, travel to Dallas for the funeral, a heart episode while in Dallas hospitalized my Dad, outrunning floods to get back home, Peggy’s first speaking role — and before all that occurred we had offered to host the entire family for Easter. Peggy said “bring it on”!

An old Alabama song says, “If you’re gonna play in Texas, you gotta have a fiddle in the band.” The Louisiana corollary is, “If you’re gonna have Easter in Louisiana, you gotta have crawfish.” Not really a toe-tapper, but you get the idea…

We became the central location for family get-togethers when we moved here. Family in Texas, Louisiana and Mississippi, so it works, and Peggy loves it. This weekend we have twelve people here. If you have a large crowd at your house at Easter that means one thing…

Crawfish.

My Dallas girl had to learn about crawfish. My company hosts 10-12 crawfish boils each season, so she’s had a bit of a crash course in the 18 months since we moved here. Still, I was a little surprised when she looked at me and said, “We need to do crawfish on Saturday.”

All is right with the world. I serve a risen Savior and we had crawfish to celebrate. I’m pretty sure I heard God say, “Yeah, you right!”