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. ⁣⁣
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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. ⁣