The seasons are changing, the dogwoods are beginning to bloom, and the grass is growing and is most likely in desperate need of a trim. There is Life springing up all around us.
The earth is slowly waking up from it’s three month slumber, with a stretching yawn the warmth of the sun is felt again, as it’s bright golden beams reach across the hills, through the valleys, and into the hearts of God’s most wonderful creation.
And though life is springing, Death still pursues us; it still shows its grip on all creation, even in the living. I was recently listening to a talk show host discuss the Terri Schivo case and her recent passing. I was reminded of just how strong death’s grip is. As I waded through my own emotions of disgust, anger and sorrow. God reminded me that we were meant to live for so much more.