5th Sunday in Easter

My Easter Lilly’s are not blooming yet, but my roses are. The process of how a bud forms, matures, and opens is breathtaking. I’m blown away at God’s creative touch in the world, especially during this Easter season.

When these blooms begin to die, I feel the pull of grief and remember that I, too, will expire one day. I ponder this. Will the world be a better place without me, or will one feel a deep ache in their soul to have to live without me?

I don’t want to think about it. I don’t want to think of the pain others will live with in my absence. I feel the love of others. I know how deeply I am loved by God. I know how deeply I love others and wish only the best for them. I know how I have celebrated their growth, their buds, and their blooms. I rest in this love.

Suddenly, I am distracted from this ache of what dying brings. I notice another bud, and the process begins again. Life,  growth, death, resurrection

This is the work of God as we process many parts of our own self.