He is risen, indeed!
I love the beginning of spring. I love sitting outside with the pups and a cup of coffee, watching the sky lighten, hearing the birds wake up and start to sing, feeling the breeze soften as the day awakens. I especially love watching the leaves overhead seem to burst forth overnight, their tender, pale green shoots rendering what were stark, bare branches to those bursting with life. I walk around exhilarated this time of year, singing more often than not. If I ever thought God was nowhere to be found I must have had my eyes closed.
We’re lucky the Easter season coincides with this miracle of nature. My Lenten focus on where I have missed the mark gives way to a generalized joy in being alive. Like the risen Christ, I, too, am raised to new life, filled with a joy and hope and a zeal to follow the blueprint to wholeness and holiness God has so graciously provided.
(c) 2015 Debra Cook