The First Easter
I remember that first Easter on the farm and reflecting on how good God is. I remembered all the things I didn’t realize about the house that this house had based on dream homes we had seen in our younger days. I looked at the tree in our yard and noticed crosses were growing on it. God didn’t want me to forget how much He had to do with where we are at.
But that Easter had even more beauty than just the message of the cross, because He is risen!
