“Let the heavens rejoice, and let the earth be glad; let the sea resound, and all that is in it; let the fields be jubilant, and…all the trees of the forest sing for joy” (Ps. 96: 11-12 NIV).
Spring, the season of hope and new life, is here again. The trees are in bloom, the first tender shoots pushing their way out of the soil, and the children decked out in their Easter finery.
Greeting cards may giddily proclaim the equinox, as if God had not ordained it. But Spring is more than just our chance to air out the house, lay down mulch, and pull the patio furniture from storage. It the season that points us toward resurrection, the victory of life over death.
That has special meaning for abuse victims. We are all too familiar with death and darkness. The battle with evil is fought (or re-fought) everyday. It has been part and parcel of our lives for as long as we can remember. If the abuse has passed, we continue to wrestle with its scars.
Which is why we are astonished by the beauty of daffodils. Light and life may be foreign to us, but we long for them the way a seed buried in the ground longs for the sun it has not seen.
“ ‘He is not here; for He is risen, as He said’ ” (Matt. 28: 6).
Only one Man in history conquered sin and death. But He conquered them – absolutely and irrevocably – for the rest of us, even the abuse victims. Most especially the abuse victims, the outcast, the downtrodden, the poor, the abandoned and forgotten.
We commemorate Jesus Christ’s victory over sin and death at Easter. There is no celebration more profound. Christ arose from the tomb – once and for all time – to offer us hope and life eternal.
Little wonder that the earth, itself, sings for joy!
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8 responses to “Spring”
Lovely Anna! I really enjoyed the writing on daffodils. I love them. When I was out of work once I went to a daffodil farm to pick them, back-breaking work. Now when I walk my dog which is beside an estuary the whole grass line beside the water is streamed with daffodils. I find myself picking up the broken ones, the snapped off flowers and bring them home to enjoy! God Bless and Happy Easter Anna ….. jacqui xx
Thank you, Jacqui. I never thought how hard it would be to pick daffodils all day. Happy Easter to you, too. ❤
I only did it for two days, just enough for food and rent! It was an eye opener but yes back breaking and in the middle of winter too! I picked some daffodils again this morning or rather those cast out. I shall always remember what you wrote now with daffodils 🙂 xx
What a wonderful thing to say, Jacqui! ❤ You bending down to pick up the broken ones is for me an image of God's own love. I'll always think of that now when I see daffodils. 🙂
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Happy Easter Anna!!!
You, too!!! ❤
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