The First Day of Spring
On March 20, 2020, I walked out of my final cancer treatment, certificate of completion in hand. As if that was supposed to make me feel a certain way about what I had just been through. I did what was necessary to survive.
Two days later, the whole world shut down from the pandemic.
And that was the beginning of one of the hardest journeys I’ve ever been on. Learning who I was all over again. In many ways, meeting myself for the first time.
Taking one searing step after another, wanting to leave the past behind, but still feeling shackled to it. Afraid of what might be waiting for me just around the corner.
But God can use *anything* as a reminder that we are not defined by what tries to break us. He can and He will make All. Things. New.
Every year since, He has reminded me.
Every year since, March 20 has been the first day of Spring.
Isaiah 43:18-19
Do not remember the past events, pay no attention to things of old. Look, I am about to do something new; even now it is coming. Do you not see it? Indeed, I will make a way in the wilderness, rivers in the desert.