Spring is tentative - a delicate dance as nature moves out of winter toward new growth. My family and I belong to a local farm that provides us with a weekly share of fruits and vegetables. This has served to strengthen our connection to our community, underscoring a respect for the hard work behind the food we are blessed with. At the same time, we are wed to nature in a way previously unknown to us.
Our eating is now more acutely shaped by the seasons. A freeze one week means not enough harvested for our delivery share. We have the luxury of replacing those foods with store bought items. But I could not help but think about how the foods that had come to sustain us had not survived. Yet, I also knew the fruits and vegetables would grow again.
We live into God's creation each day; into its periods of death, and its periods of awakening. On the cusp of spring, we have Easter, reminding us that God walks through the frozen, seemingly dead times, so he can lead us, always, to rebirth.