
Our branches are dead...
so is the cross.
Our eggs are hollow...
so is His tomb.

Then the stones...
Sat. we carried dark stones to remember the tomb and to give us hope as we waited for Resurrection Sunday.
Sunday we exchanged the dark stones of waiting for clean white stones to give us hope for our future with Him. Rev.2:17
121. dead trees
122. hanging Savior
123. waiting Sat.
124. Risen Savior
125. Easter Sunday worship
126. 2 yr olds saying "He is Risen!"
127. 13 years - 5 kids - 1 dog - 2 houses - 6 cars... Gods grace, all of it!
128. simply stating his love of God in a public school hallway.

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