It was a beautiful spring day in the southwest Florida ecological preserve. My sister, mom, my nephew, and my two boys and I walked leisurely along the preserve boardwalk, passing a bouquet of trees: oak, palm, Royal Palm, pine, and mangrove trees— black, white, and red. Spiders filled the empty spaces between foliage with silken threads and shimmering webs while birds squawked from high branches. Despite God's beautiful creation all around, heavy reverence filled my heart. It was the afternoon of Good Friday, the day a cross-shaped tree held my crucified Savior. "Surely He has borne ... Read the Post