The Button That Bloomed — In the hill chapel, Junia rolled a lump of white clay between her palms. Squish, pat, poke—she made one tiny button with four wobbly holes. Read the full story →
In the hill chapel, Junia rolled a lump of white clay between her palms. Squish, pat, poke—she made one tiny button with four wobbly holes. It was not for a coat. It was for the Easter sill, where everyone brought something made by hand. The room smelled like dust, lilies, and warm wax.
Junia set her button by the tall window and whispered, “Stay fancy.” A sunbeam slipped through the colored glass, landed on the button, and made four dots of light on a lily petal. The dots looked like a silly face. Then every lily seemed to grin.
When the bells began, Junia giggled so hard her ribbon bounced. Her plain little button had not just sat there; it had helped the flowers play a joke. Next time you see the lilies by the cross, can you spot where Junia’s four wobbly holes made the morning grin?
