It didn’t turn out at all as I thought it would. Some days were actually crushing, bludgeoning my spirit with grief, sadness and even despair.
Still, here we are and Easter’s promise is as it always has been… spring time and the promise of rebirth. The promise of hope that happiness returns, it may never be what it was before, but our hearts need not lay low because the past will never return to us. We can embrace the new hope, the new spring time as it brings forth the fresh lush growth of colored flowers and green trees and fields.
The spring demands that we keep our heart open to new possibilities, possibilities that at first may not be recognizable. We are creatures of habit and may not see or recognize the new love, the new life that springs forth to embrace us. We must open our heart, our arms and let the new growth seduce us and then embrace us. We must do this in order to keep the promise of spring alive in our hearts.
Then, when we know love, we must give it and be the instrument of love for others. We must be the spring that others need to open their souls again to the sun.
