The Eggstacy of Spring
Just getting down my Easter decorations this time of year makes me happy: I've been collecting eggs for years and seeing them again each spring gives such pleasure. Sure, the carefully wrapped sugar eggs have a few nicks and spots, but they are still essentially intact. Sure, a porcelain bunny here and there has lost his ears and a fragile, gorgeously painted chicken egg has bitten the dust, but with so much beauty and abundance that remains, I cannot long focus on the losses.
Spring has sprung here (sorry, all you Canadians and Northerners still suffering in snow, but bear with me for now), and outside is a riot of bloom and fragrance. The pink jasmine is fighting to outdo the orange trees for waves of sweetness upon the air, and I'd be hard pressed to say which is more heady and more beautiful The roses, daffodils and grape hyacinth are also at it, but one must get closer to them to absorb their scent, lovely as it is. Leaves are popping out on the tree branches again and the grass is green and plentiful. The few hens I have left are getting into the season and laying like crazy.
Such abundance is breathtaking. I think all the eggs I've collected as Easter decorations reflect this: the goodness, provision, promise of new life, of renewal, of hope that God brings. Easter is all that in the sweetest package imaginable. I pray you open your heart to all God has for you this Easter, for He is the root of all abundance.
