Before there was a cross… before there was a tomb… before there was even a garden in Eden… there was a Seed.

Jesus wasn’t God’s backup plan—He was always the plan. The Lamb slain before the foundation of the world. Redemption was already in motion before the first sin was ever committed. And when Jesus said “unless a grain of wheat falls into the ground and dies, it remains alone,” He wasn’t just talking about death—He was talking about resurrection.

This Easter, we step into the garden again—not just to witness a moment, but to remember a movement. From Gethsemane’s crushing to the garden tomb’s awakening, Jesus was planted in pain and raised in power. What looked like burial was actually a beginning.

And the wildest part? The garden didn’t stop growing.

Resurrection isn’t just what happened—it’s what’s happening. That same Spirit that raised Jesus is now in us. He’s still calling names. Still rolling stones. Still turning graves into gardens. The Seed is still producing fruit—through you, through me, through every broken place being made beautiful again.

The story of Easter is the story of Jesus—and it’s also the story of us. Because the Garden Still Grows.