It’s time for a yard! Over the years grass has become my very favorite plant. Easy to mow, little to no weeding (not that there aren’t weeds, I just don’t pluck those out), it’s green most of the time and it is rather hard to kill. Getting it to GROW in the first place, however, may be a different story. We’ll see. But before we can seed there must be a lot of rock picking up activity. The kids would have had to help regardless, but to spur them on in their rock picking up endeavors, we motivated them by offering to pay them $20 (total, not each) for a gator full of rocks. Grandpa brought his gator over. The $20, of course, is going straight to the guinea pig fund for which they are madly saving.
As it was Easter weekend, and Easter is my favorite holiday of the year, I began to reflect on these rocks we picked up. They are the discarded, the misfits, the rejects. Get them out! They will make mowing and even growing grass that much more difficult. We don’t want them. If I think of these rocks as people, people just like me, I am reminded that these are the ones Jesus came to minister to just over 2000 years ago. And the ones he still seeks out today. I know those feelings of being left out, discarded, uncared for. But Jesus, He cares. He reaches out to us. Gathers us in.
His sacrifice, His very life, of which I am completely underserving, was given for me and you. His resurrection is my HOPE. The only hope I’ll ever need. The hope that makes me confident I will forever live with Him in heaven. Easter, my favorite holiday. The reason I press on through this life as I eagerly await the next.