My grandpa had a double lot–one for the house, one for the garden. And what a garden it was! Black raspberries, red raspberries, roses, tiger lilies, morning glories, hollyhocks–he could grow just about anything.
Our family congregated at Grandpa’s house for Easter, Christmas, and other major holy days. I don’t know how the house held us all–seventeen of us, usually–but of course we could always have our celebration outdoors, weather permitting.
Well, it was a long time ago. Almost everybody’s dead and gone, except for a few who now live hundreds of miles away. Even the house is gone. And the gardens.
Oh, Lord! Will there be a garden for us in Your kingdom? Will all that has been broken be restored?
We think the empty tomb, that very first Easter, says “Yes!”
It will be more glorious than we can even imagine. The Lord once said to me “wait until you see what I have for you”. I so look forward to seeing.
I love gardening, and I do an hour or two each day. It’s a pity, there are no black or red raspberries, morning glories, or hollyhocks that grow here. But there are other kinds of wonderful plants that grow.
Same here, almost everybody’s dead and gone I once once knew and loved back in the states. I still have wonderful memories of our family congregating at Grandpa’s house for Easter, Christmas, and other times. And one great blessing from those long ago days, everyone talking with one another, and not on cell phones!
I don’t have a cell phone; but I suppose it’s better than nothing.