It's Spring. Finally! Instead of freezing all day, I can, well...still freeze all day as the office turns on the A/C in the afternoons. It's fine - I love sweaters and blankets and snuggling into them. As Elsa would say, the cold never bothered me anyway.
I love Spring for the pinkness of it all. Most people see green (or yellow, with pollen), but I see pink. Living in Macon, Georgia, March is all about the Cherry Blossom Festival. You don't miss the pink pancakes. You don't miss the pink poodle. You don't miss a chance to smell the lovely pink blossoms. You don't miss any opportunity to "Think Pink!" Even the men wear pink and, as aforementioned, the dogs are even pink. It's what we do. Granted, pink is my favorite color, so I'm a little partial to the festival, it seems.
But Spring is such a wonderful time for us as Christians. Easter reminds us the not only did Jesus die for our sins, but HE IS RISEN! What a cause for celebration! Spring is about rebirth from the dead of Winter. It's our opportunity to rejoice in our salvation and in knowing that God has a plan for our life.
It's also a reminder that death cannot hold us. Our life on earth is but a mere blip on the radar. What waits for us in Heaven is so immense, so immeasurable, that even with the joys of life we cannot fathom what God truly has in store for us. What a wonderful reminder as we deal with illness, disease and death, that the best is yet to come!
As you rejoice in the beauty of God's creation, remember that YOU are a gift from God. He sent his only begotten Son to die for our sins, so that we would not have to pay the price, for the price of sin is death, but through salvation, we will have everlasting life. As you look upon the flowers popping up on trees and along sidewalks, remember that you, too, are a flower in God's garden. How will you blossom in His care?
I've been working hard to embrace faith, not fear, this week especially. It think it's easy as a human to be fearful of what we are facing, but if our faith is strong, there is nothing to be afraid of.
One of my twins was afraid as all get-out that her tooth was going to hurt when I pulled it. I kept telling her that tooth hurt anyways, since it was barely in there and she could hardly eat in the front. Isn't that what it's like to be a Christian who's afraid? We're terrified of what might be (or might not be), and we hold ourselves back from truly living. It was an amazing realization (and kind of awful) when I realized I was the screaming child who didn't want her tooth pulled, but in my case, it was not wanting my dad to die. Yes, he will eventually die. No, it won't be tomorrow.
So I embraced life. Man, the rewards God had in store for me for faith, not fear, are HUGE! Not just one amazing announcement with Vox Dei/Booktrope, but two. The worst week of my life and the best week of my life. And you know what? My dad's still here. I can't worry about what might happen in four months when I might get a year with him. He might see the first book I publish under the Vox Dei imprint. He might see my first royalty check as a book manager. He might just decide to stick around out of stubbornness for much longer than that awful doctor I almost had to use my mean words with thinks he'll have. What might happen might not be so bad. In fact, maybe it'll be the best week ever.