Going Forward

crop photo of woman holding a vase of yellow flowers

Daffodils are blooming and soon we will have tulips and peonies. Birds are already singing and celebrating.

Last week we had some really nice weather, today we brought the garden plants in from the cold frame since cooler weather is threatening for the next few days. They hadn’t been out long but already the plants looked sturdier and to me, they looked happier.

Sunday we had our springtime celebration. We are somewhere caught in the middle with this celebration. I know some folks who try to slap a ‘pagan celebration’ label on ‘Easter’, but it isn’t.

As I asked one preacher who was ragging on it as such, We know Jesus was crucified at Passover, Easter is supposed to be Passover so how can we not know it as the actual time of crucifixion’?

For some reason, it is true that Easter and Passover aren’t always the same day. I’m not sure why that is, but they should be in my estimation. Nonetheless, we celebrate every Sunday in remembrance of the sacrifice –in remembrance of Jesus giving his life in exchange for ours. And whether the Passover is a special remembrance or not we enjoy the ability to remember.

So, we get together and eat a big meal and the children run around looking for eggs, and they end up with a goody bag, and we all get to celebrate and be thankful for all of our blessings we enjoy because…

Because Jesus came, because he paid the price, because we are part of the blood bought family of God and it all began those many centuries ago.

And this year was special because our daughter was back for a very short, very brief visit. Monday she and her family were off for home, and Old Fuzzy was off to get a tooth pulled. Thursday I was off to the chiropractor, and today I’m just my normal off person.

Weeks come and weeks go, this week we’ve had rain which has been much needed—what a blessing. And the reminder to count our blessings day by day.

Hebrews 6:

7  For the land which hath drunk the rain that cometh oft upon it, and bringeth forth herbs meet for them for whose sake it is also tilled, receiveth blessing from God:

8  but if it beareth thorns and thistles, it is rejected and nigh unto a curse; whose end is to be burned.