Today, on Good Friday, the boys and I spent the morning preparing an Easter garden. Just a small container garden filled with items to remind us of the reason for the upcoming Easter Sunday. This small garden is meant to bring to mind another small garden over 2000 years ago, where he walked, where he knelt, where he felt the weight of this world (and you and me) on his shoulders. This small garden has a rough wooden cross in it, to remind us of what he gave for us, his very body broken and bleeding. And this small garden has a stone tomb in it, tonight Caden and I will seal up the tomb, but come Sunday morning the stone will be rolled away, to remind us of the hope we all can have because he is risen!