Oh, what fun we had!
Daddy tried to help us carve a tomb out of the stone (but apparently, rock flown home from the Red Rock Canyon in Nevada is WAY TOO hard for his drill bit. That's OK...we can envision it. Thanks for trying, honey!)On Palm Sunday, we'll plant some grass seed and wait for new life to sprout. We'll light candles on the path leading to the tomb. On Good Friday, we'll place the cross...remember His gift. We'll also make a tiny caterpillar and place it in the tomb. We'll wait and anticipate and then we'll rejoice at the sight of the butterfly Easter morning.
Back from the woods came the dirt-caked boys with an overflowing bowlful of moss sheets...along with the flattest, "just-right" stones. Squirrelly second-born made a cross of two sticks...whittled to fit together.
I had left the house the day before on a pilgrimage to find the "just-right" miniature plants for our garden. And Lucy and I traveled to a couple of stores to dig up the perfect-sized pot.
You see, last year when my eyes beheld their first such a garden...a garden like a visual parable....a garden to remind us of what He did...why He came...how it all happened...well, I just knew we visual-learners would have to make our own.