Do you all love Peeps at Easter? I do, and I don’t. I love to buy them and look at them, but I don’t eat them and don’t necessarily love them. My father, on the other hand, adored Peeps. It was an Easter certainty that his “treasure box” would be loaded with them. A few days ago I noticed a text from one of my daughters: “Going to buy Peeps and think of Grampa.”
Maybe it’s fitting that in slang terms, “peeps” are our friends, our tribe. Because if you notice, Peeps (the marshmallow chicks) never travel alone. They don’t even create them alone…they are part of a little string of chicks all holding each other up in the marshmallowness. God’s created us pretty much like that, too. We’re designed to travel in community, supporting each other when our marshmallow starts wilting. And franky, if you look closely at both Peeps and peeps, we’re prettier that way.
So enjoy your Peeps, my friends, and take the time to encourage the other chicks hanging around you as well.
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SO glad we are peeps!!!