I speak not of my adorable cousin Gethsemane, because I have one of those, pictured here:
But instead, of the garden where Jesus wept. I spent a little time today re-reading the Easter story, as its details and specifics had become fuzzy in my brain. I had forgotten about the part when Jesus cries in the garden before he’s betrayed – – grief-stricken, begging God for mercy. Of course, the inevitable ends up happening, and He had peace with it – but it’s a nice example of how human he was.