Easter Egg Hunt Stories

It is always our tradition to go to an Easter Egg hunt as a family on the Saturday before Easter. This year, we went to the other Branson Ward Primary Activity Egg Hunt. We had a wonderful experience with them, it was just me and the two kids, and I was a bit nervous that I was taking them both myself (Doug had to work). We were met inside by a wonderful grandpa who took Monte under his wing and made sure he had a chance to participate in everything. (This was the first time we'd met him!) Then we were pretty slow finding eggs, Monte can see a little bit of color, so I hold him over eggs, and he "scans" with his hands and eyes to find them on his own. Piper followed us around holding our bucket, but kind of timid to pick any up. A cute girl of about 11 was one of the last to get to look for eggs. She jumped as high as she could, trying to get the ones out of the trees. After getting them, she brought them over to us and gave them to Monte and Piper, worried that they hadn't gotten enough. Unfortunately, by the time she finished, there were no more eggs to be found. Luckily, a group of 9/10 year old boys noticed that she hadn't gotten any and gave her a handful of theirs. You can imagine how touched I was! What a wonderful experience of sharing and Christlike Love!

It reminded me of the story in this Month's Friend, one that made me have to explain "happy tears" to Piper after trying to read it to her...

Candy or Kindness?
By Annette Alger (Based on a true story)

Look up the following scriptures: 1 Corinthians 16:14; Mosiah 2:17; D&C 42:38. Circle the one you think fits the story best.
It was almost time for the town’s annual Easter egg hunt. Children lined up along the edge of the lawn, waiting for the signal to begin hunting for candy that had been scattered everywhere. This year there were other prizes too. Brightly colored plastic eggs had been hidden in the grass, and whoever found one could redeem it for a big candy bar.
Eight-year-old Justin saw one of those eggs lying not far away. As soon as the signal was given, he ran straight for it. He grabbed the egg, then noticed another one close by. Quickly, he retrieved it too. He gazed down at his hands, each now holding a plastic egg. He was so excited. He was not only going to get one, but two delicious, gigantic candy bars!
Then he looked up and saw a mother with her two sons. He could see that the boys were blind, and their mother was holding their hands trying to help them find some treats. As Justin watched them, he noticed that before the mother could lead her sons to candy, another child would spy it and promptly scoop it up. This happened again and again. The hunt was almost over and the boys’ hands were still empty.
Once more, Justin looked down at his hands and his treasured eggs. Then he quietly tiptoed over to the boys, bent down, and placed an egg on the ground by each of them. The mother, with a tear streaming down her cheek, mouthed the words, “Thank you.” She guided her sons’ hands downward and they discovered the precious eggs. Their faces lit up with excitement. Justin got a big grin on his face. He didn’t get any candy bars that day, but he still felt like a winner.