Sincerely, Elisabeth

     This is the first year that I have wanted to attempt to “celebrate” Good Friday as a parent. My daughter, having just reached an age where she has declared she has Jesus in her heart, prompted me to action. My husband picked up some wildflower seeds, and I bought a pot from Goodwill. Those, and my drive-up Target run Miracle Gro purchase, culminated in our Good Friday conversation. We got the pot ready, opened up the seed packets, and dropped them into the Miracle Gro. Being four, my daughter was pretty generous in the number of seeds she placed. So, we’ll see how that turns out. However, the number of seeds was not what stood out the most to me. The thing that struck me as we talked about Jesus needing to die in order for us to have life, was how dead the seeds looked.      On the front of the seed packet was a picture of a multitude of multi-colored gorgeous blooms. Pinks, reds, yellows, oranges, purples, and even some blues. Just purely stunning lif...