Design | Easter Paradox

At 21 years old, this is the first Easter that I’ve truly understood all the hoopla, which could be really sad if you look at it from the vantage point of all the years I’ve missed out on. Or it could be insanely beautiful.

Jesus, in and of himself, is a wonderfully mysterious paradox: Man, yet God. Human, yet sinless. Born, yet not conceived. Through Him Mary was virgin, yet mother, and today reminds us that He was dead, now alive.

Easter | Paradox

On Friday, for the first time, I questioned the purpose behind “Good” Friday. How can something so gruesome, so excruciating, so unfair be so good? I wondered. Of all the words in the world, ‘good’ is what we chose? I knew that with His death came oceans full of good. But was His death, our murder of the Son of God, really a day to be deemed ‘good’ at all?

Easter | Paradox - It Is Finished

It made me slightly uneasy, even mildly worried. Had we been calling this day something inappropriate for the last 2,000 years? As if killing Him wasn’t enough, had we been disrespecting His sacrifice for centuries by pronouncing it ‘good’ to all of humanity?

As a plank wore our Savior and our Savior wore thorns, the very thorns that should have pierced my head for my own transgressions, none of it seemed good. As blood dripped from His wounds that I should have endured and nothing could quench His thirst, none of it seemed good. As Mary wept for her innocent son and John grieved for his perfect friend, all of it seemed bad.

But then Jesus uttered ‘It is finished,’ and it was.

This, too, may seem paradoxical since the story doesn’t actually end there.

Easter | Paradox - I Am With You Always

Jesus had finished many things in that moment. His final three words on the cross certainly weren’t a lie. Sin and its otherwise necessary sacrifices were finished. His sufferings had ceased. Our striving could end.

“In this is love, not that we have loved God but that He loved us and sent His Son to be the propitiation for our sins.” 1 John 4:10

It was on the third day that He triumphed death. A man who was dead came to life forevermore.

And I have never been more in love with, more satisfied by, more in awe of a mystery in all of my life.


Design | Thanks To Him

Sometimes I get so caught up in what I’m thankful for that I forget about who I’m thankful to.

Thanks To Him | Emily Ann Moschner Design

IMAGE (by Diana Michaels) | DESIGN (by Emily Ann Moschner)

I’m thankful for family and grace and love and the list goes on and on. The pilgrims were thankful for a plentiful corn harvest after a long year of scurvy and sea-sickness.

But it’s really all about Him.

Set It Up | Thanksgiving

If I had a house right now (& a job) I would be decking it out for Thanksgiving.

I grew up with a mom who loves decorating for the holidays and setting a pretty spread for gatherings around our long, oak dining table. It rubbed off on me.

Set It Up - Thanksgiving | Emily Ann Moschner Design

As I’ve mentioned a lot lately, I’m just not into traditional holiday decor these days.

I’m also really over conventional flower arrangements. I just can’t see spending upwards of 50 bucks for some orange-dyed daisies stuffed in a whicker cornucopia. Don’t tell me you’ve never seen one of those bad boys, and please don’t tell me you liked them. If we’re honest, we’re just settling when we buy those things. I suppose it’s the thought that counts, so don’t go getting all down on yourself for falling for the pre-fab flowers at least once in your life and gifting it for your Thanksgiving hostess. Really, the sentiment is there.

But do you see that vase of big, dramatic greenery? That, my friends, is cabbage. Ornamental cabbage. And it’s 1,000 times more interesting and impactful than our tired boring-copia, as well as cheaper. I suppose you could even eat it. Take that, 1-800-Flowers.

As for the furniture, I’m always digging mid-century, and I like that these pieces are streamlined but not lacking in cozy with rich color and cushion.

Oh, and the gold details? They just really do it for me. I say if it ain’t gold, it ain’t pretty.