Robert Flatt, speaking of Easter, wrote, “The resurrection gives my life meaning and direction and the opportunity to start over no matter what my circumstances.”
I believe this to be true. I am a Christian. My faith and church are of utmost importance to me. My church is a family to me. I feel like home when I am in church. When things are awry or overwhelming, as I am sitting in church with my family, a sense of peace always comes over me, and I know that our faith is what matters the most. It centers my life.
I remember a pastor telling a story of a little boy who went to church regularly with his parents. He was young and did not understand all of the words used in the various praises, prayers, lessons, and sermon, but he knew this.
He watched his parents bow their heads in prayer and said, “I know there must be a God, because my parents are bowing their heads, folding their hands, and closing their eyes. They must be talking to Him.”
Our actions matter in word and deed. Our children don’t understand all of the vocabulary, but they know our actions mean something. Faith is a gift, and I want my children to have this. I want them to know that no matter what comes their way, God and their faith in Him is there.
Easter reminds us of life. Spring is a time of rebirth. It is a time that reminds us that our lives have meaning. There is death, but far greater and stronger is life.
Just as the trees are budding, the flowers are emerging, the grass is turning from darkness to the green color of life and living, spring reminds us that life is greater than death. Easter spring is the beauty of new life, of new beginning.
This just makes my heart sing. Spring is taking a little longer to come this year, but it will arrive in all its glory. The birds will be chirping, frogs will be croaking, and bicyclers will be taking to the roads. There is life and hope.
I am thinking of the cherry blossoms on my trees, the lilac bushes emanating their fragrant scent, my peonies forming into their most beautiful, wonderful bloom, the smell of the first cut of grass, the field of alfalfa behind our house being cut into hay, the constant and consistent sound of the tractors in the fields engaging in their work of turning the black soil into a magic work of abundance.
Wow! Spring is good. Turn your winter thoughts over and dream of spring. Those dreams will come true soon.