This spring has been perhaps the most lovely I can recall…perhaps because winter was especially difficult for me this year. I was sick for two months (sick twice, actually — bronchitis for two months and then a bout of strep), and pushed to my limits emotionally and spiritually as well. I loved reading my dear friend’s post about spring. It’s a perfect Easter post.)
Easter this year means more to me than perhaps it ever has…probably for the very reasons listed above. My need for God has been heightened. My need to know of and hold to tender mercies more poignant — even desperate — than ever.
I wish I could put into words what I’m discovering, but suffice it to say that I know the Atonement is real. Daily bread is real. Tender mercies are real. Spring does come.
Jesus is everything. Life, breath, everything.
If you are experiencing winter, I pray you can feel some Breath sometime soon.
Found this on a blog:
“Every spring the Lord sends us His visual reminder, ‘If you believed. . . you would see.’ Holy Week begins with this coming forth. From very dark places
white blossoms burst forth out of their winter cocoon,
yellow daffodils and pink tulips break through the dark soil
and the earth becomes new again.
The blooms are a reminder of life after death,
of hope after despair
of GRACE BURSTING FORTH from the darkness.
Spring comes again, and in the midst of darkness, hope returns. .
. Oh, may our eyes be open to believe, to see the unexpected, to recognize the hope that is before us! For there will be dark days–moments when we are lonely or forgotten,
days when we carry a burden so heavy we wonder if the weight of it will ever ease.
Out of these dark places, hope will come forth.
It always does.
It always will.”
Celebrating a Christ-Centered Easter by Emily Belle Freeman