I\u2019ve never understood why Jesus came before mankind had figured out morning coffee and comfortable footwear but having Easter in spring makes perfect sense.<\/p>\n
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Spring has a grace to it.\u00a0I\u2019ve never yet earned a spring, but every year I am given one, as if I matter, as if what-I-did-with-last-year is not held against me, as if a certain Someone is cheering me on, maybe this will be the year,\u00a0 waiting for me to either drill roots or launch a flower.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m long past the spring of my own life, but I appreciate these yearly young-again nature plays that God puts on free of charge.\u00a0I\u2019ve heard of old people willing themselves to live through their last winter, just to be able to enjoy one last spring, and I understand.<\/p>\n
Spring is for all of us mutts, who need a lot of do-overs.\u00a0Spring talks to me, says, \u201cSee, the yuck does end.\u201d It says Fresh Start, Get In At The Beginning, Maybe You\u2019ll Get It Right This Time.<\/p>\n
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This is the first spring of my life where I will be parentless.<\/p>\n
It feels okay to go on and walk on, as they did, when it was their turn.<\/p>\n
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When you start nominating the good short words \u2013 love, joy, peace \u2013 I can\u2019t really raise my hand until you say Hope.\u00a0Me and Hope go back a ways.\u00a0 In the winterish winter of my life it seemed like all I had to hold to was Hope.\u00a0Before that hope was spelled with a little h, but now hope rates Hope, as tried and true, my link to God.<\/p>\n
Spring is Hope fulfilled.<\/p>\n
Spring is no time to be afraid, or held back.\u00a0Life seems very Now and time seems very Fresh.\u00a0Why not get out in it?\u00a0Why not replant myself?<\/p>\n
Here for a season, here for a reason\u2026<\/p>\n
My two little hands, clap, clap, clap, my applause to God and nature.<\/p>\n
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