Easter morning found us scrambling, as usual, to get ready for church.
"Flowers!" I remembered. "We need flowers!"
Our Indonesian church has an Easter tradition that I absolutely love called "flowering the cross". Everyone is asked to bring flowers that are then attached to a large styrofoam cross.
I loved sitting in church, surrounded by people clutching flowers freshly cut from their gardens - orchids, bougainvillea, and that's where my knowledge of local flower names ends. Living here where it's perpetually summer, I often forget what season it is in the U.S. All the flowers reminded me that it is spring.
Attaching our flowers
The "flowered" cross - a beautiful symbol of hope for Easter morning!
Zoe and Grace with "Oma" - a sweet grandma from our church.
Grace's birthday was a few days before Easter, and she had a party with some of her MAF friends. We made some Easter crafts...
...and Grace ate a stack of 11 pancakes - one for each of her years of life!
