Musical Weekend

In our six years as Prep parents, we have never attended any of the musicals or plays they put on every year.  I always thought Will would be great on stage being so dramatic about everything; I don't know where he gets it:) But he never did so we never had a reason to make the effort. This year Zanna got a part in the play South Pacific! We booked a VRBO in nearby Lake Mills to stay in with my parents and planned our spring break from there. 

Will was wrapping up his spring break that he spent in Florida with friends. He was able to meet up with us at the rental along with a buddy of his and see the Friday night show with us. After picking up my parents at the airport, we headed to Maders Restaurant for some German food! 

It was ridiculously cold while we were there. I mean ... ridiculous. It was ugly. There's nothing about that that I miss. My skin shriveled up in the first 24 hours. Static suddenly attacked my hair.  What I fondly remembered of my Columbia jacket was apparently over romanticized  because the reality of getting it on and off was frustration of epic proportions. But on the upside, I got to wear my corduroy pants that I really like and hardly ever get to wear anymore. 

The rental was ADORABLE.  They called it "the Treehouse" and it really did seem like we were up in the trees. There was plenty of room for all of us and it was very well stocked and cozy. It was a very sweet getaway and it was lovely all being together if only for a short time. This may sound weird but one of my personal unique memories from that weekend was the morning after Zanna stayed Thursday night with us in the house but had to get back to school on Friday morning. It was the first time I made her breakfast and got her "off to school" EVER. After homeschooling through 8th grade and sending her to a boarding school for high school, I've never had the experience of the morning rush to school.  I loved it! 

The whole play experience was magical. I don't know how else to say it. Maybe it was the lights. Maybe it was the music. To see her up on the stage was momentous. Truly a parental moment. It wasn't a huge role but it was perfect for her. She was in the first scene and also at the end and I think I held my breath the whole time she was "on". The Friday night show was packed and had its own air of excitement. 

She was beautiful and just glowed! The quality of the production was very impressive and all the kids that were apart of it just shined. What an experience for them!! You couldn't pay me enough to go back to those high school days but if you're going to do it, you might as well do it there because it's like no place else. 

Saturday was a "fun" day for us and my parents. We explored the area that included the small town of Cambridge, WI where I have wanted to go FOR YEARS as it's the home of Rowe Pottery. I've owned pieces of Rowe for over 20 years. Heck, every time I grab butter in my kitchen it's in a Rowe crock. Before that my mom had pieces. Anyway, the place did not disappoint. 

Just hanging out in the Treehouse was great too! Wayne helped Will "adult" with his taxes which is certainly cause for bonding. We visited with my parents. We did Saturday night church with Zanna. It was relaxing! 

Come Sunday my parents headed back to the airport, Will and friends headed back to New Ulm, and we packed up our stuff from the Treehouse to head over to a hotel for our last night. That afternoon Wayne and I had another treat as Prep parents; we were able to attend the Spring Sacred Concert for the first time.  Wow is all I can say about that. One of our members from Grace had recently moved to Milwaukee and we invited him to come to the concert. He and his daughter met us there and then we had a lovely dinner with them afterwards. 

Wayne and I attended the final show of the musical on the Sunday night and although not as crowed, we were able to catch things in the storyline that we missed the first time through. It was a bittersweet ending for the seniors that participated and their emotion at the finale brought back those memories of teenage life and the changes that come so fast. Time truly flies by. 

Zanna's Spring Break didn't officially start until later that week on Wednesday after classes but we pulled her out early and headed out Monday morning for our road trip. We were headed south and I could finally put that stupid Columbia jacket away!! Next stop -  Nashville, Tennessee!!! 

In the Garden

For many years when the kids were home, I kept the tradition of making a Lenten Grace Garden during the 6 weeks of Lent. It's a diorama of sorts and my version of different ideas floating around out there. It changed slightly over the years depending on the container I used and what plants were available at Walmart. For someone who's not known for a green thumb, I liked this project because I only needed to keep it alive for two months tops. However, depending on how early Lent started any given year (it depends on when Easter is) I often found myself out on the back deck of our Ottawa home in the snow trying to plant a container garden while wearing winter gloves. I was committed! 

I did it for the kids to see a tangible reminder of spiritual symbolism and as an added reminder that this time of year if different. I would get their participation in some of the construction. Will would be sent out to the snow covered back yard to search for fallen twigs we could use to fashion a cross. Zanna would be tasked with shaping dollar store molding clay into a tomb and stone. I dealt with the mess of putting it all together but every year we did it and it was worth it. 

Our Grace Garden reminded us of the some other gardens where the trajectory of mankind forever changed - the Garden of Eden where it all started: man's intimate relationship with the Creator, Adam and Eve's sin exposed, and the promise of a Savior. The Garden of Gethsemane brings to our minds and hearts the anguished sorrow Jesus was feeling before his arrest and crucifixion, praying for the Father to take that cup from him. I see myself in the disciples, too weak and tired to even stay away long enough to be present and awake for my Savior. 

All those years I thought I was making this liturgical Grace Garden for the kids. After not making one for the last few years, I missed it. I craved the ritual of it, the symbolism, and the reminder always present as the centerpiece of our table where I was sure to notice it and remember at least three times a day: 

... the little stick cross, so inadequately showing the horror of that gruesome death for me

... the hand- shaped quiet grave with the stone rolled in front, patiently waiting for Easter morning (when I will roll it aside and replace it with a paper butterfly!) 

... the path to the jar of water and the shell, reminding me of my baptism which cloths me with Christ and because of his sacrifice I receive all the benefits of being his child. Heaven is my inheritance. Just as Christ was raised from the dead, so will I and so will all those who die in faith. 

... the stone "You have been saved by God's grace" Ephesians 2:5. This is his promise. And God always keeps his promises. 

Among other reminders of the season is the tree in the corner that was the Advent tree four months ago. Now its ornaments are copies of iconic paintings that depict the hard stops of Biblical history that prophecy his coming, that fulfill those prophecies, and put to art the scenes that prove God knew what he was doing all along. 

The purple napkins and my purple nail polish prove I'm a liturgical nerd and I don't care! Purple is the color of repentance and royalty. Read more about the meaning of Lent here. This year Wayne and I gave something up. We don't always but we decided to this year. It wasn't the greatest timing as far as convenience since it included our two week vacation and sometimes proved to be a bummer. But it was the perfect reminder on a holiday from regular life of Jesus' far greater sacrifice. Reminders, because we forget and fall asleep just like those disciples in the garden. We don't do any of this to try to earn anything! Christ did it all. His sacrifice was complete. Our paltry little sacrifice is simply a practice of looking back in the smallest moments of our day to the biggest moments to have ever taken place. 

To up my nerd factor, in case you needed further proof, I was inspired from a recent Women's Ministry Bible 401 class to pick up the Book of Concord. I hadn't planned on ever reading that  and even commented how because I'll never take the time to read it, why doesn't someone just tell me what I need to know? Famous last words and short story is that I found a reading schedule online that breaks it up into readable chunks (full disclosure - I'm behind and won't be finished by Easter) and I lugged that thing all over the country on our Spring Break. To make matters even dorkier, I need my reading glasses to make out the font size of the print. Do I look smarter? I'd like to think so:) 

 Lent is coming to a close and it's almost Easter. But first, Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, Holy Saturday ... I better go find that paper butterfly!