We’ve chased spring back to the North Country, an epic 1,900 mile route. We’ll return from our service project site in Lake Placid, Florida, just in time to celebrate Easter. What a journey!
Early this week, we left the lakes, groves and pines behind, cutting cross-lots to the emerald coast for a few days of R&R. Then onward through the rolling farmland of Alabama, the mountains and hollers of Tennessee; ultimately, much further, almost to the Canadian border. As I write, we are nearly home.
At each stage, evidence abounds of spring unfolding. Exuberant bougainvilleas, magenta blossoms spilling freely and running wild. Glorious white dogwoods, showing off in leafless forests. Graceful redbuds, purple bursts brightening the scrub. Friendly yellow forsythia, dancing in the chill. Snowy-white crabapples, standing as candlesticks backlit by the morning sun.
So it is with us, I’m reminded. We are born of God in an instant — like a bud bursting into bloom. But then we are transformed gradually, as the Spirit has His way in our lives.
The power of spring in transforming the landscape pales by comparison to the living Spirit at work in you and me! Indeed, even by slow degrees. Like the warmth of spring on buds, we blossom in the Spirit at the pace of grace.
Patience for this pace doesn’t come easy, friend — at least, not for me. All the more reason to be grateful for God’s limitless grace. He is ever so patient.
“In Him we live and move and have our being.” (Acts 17:28)
Today, we celebrate the glorious victory of our risen Savior. One day we shall celebrate our glorious unfolding, faithfully completed in Christ. He has gone to prepare a place for us (John 14:23). Let us journey in faith, my friend, on this long haul home — to heaven.
Easter blessings to you and yours, in grace and peace.