Spring has sprung, and I'm quite happy about this. Because it's a beautiful time of year. The hyacinth, and daffodils, and magnolias are just beautiful! I love this time of year. Fall is, of course, my favorite season, but Spring isn't too bad. Everything's in bloom, the air smells sweet, and life seems happy. It's about new life and new adventures!
What's your favorite thing about Spring?
The pictures above may not be high quality, they may not be amazing, but they hold quite a bit of significance for me. They were both taken within twenty days before I moved from the home I'd known for two years, back to a place I hadn't lived in four years.
Nearly one year ago, my Dad lost his job. Time's seemed to have flown by faster than I expected it to. If you had told me one year ago, after I found out that my Dad had lost his job, that I'd be back in Massachusetts writing this one year later, I'd probably have laughed in your face.
Now? Now, I'm still just as unsure of what the future holds as I was one year ago, but a few things have changed. Quite a few, actually. More has changed than stayed the same.
One year after I was so scared of what would happen to me, I'm not so scared anymore. Believe me, I'm still totally unsure and totally confused, but not that scared. Because I know who holds the future. And His plan is for the ultimate good of everyone. So yes, I'm worried. Yes, I'm still a little scared. And yes, I'm still totally confused about life, but He holds my future.
One year later, my relationship with Jesus has grown. Because the uncertainty of it all, and my natural tendency to worry, were either going to make me give up and get angry, or give up my life to Him even more than I already had. Because when you're more dependent on Him, you're closer to Him. When the world feels like a constant earthquake of problems and hurt and anger and selfishness, His arms are what hold you up, and stop you from being shaken.
I've discovered myself this past year. Dad's job loss was a huge blow to our family, but not something we couldn't overcome.
"I can do all things, through Christ who strengthens
Relationships in life come and go. Some stay for a short time, some for awhile, and some for a lifetime. But no matter how long the relationship lasts, you have to be careful. Because you're playing with someone's heart. You have a responsibility to nurture that person. Nurture the relationship. Whether it's a parent-child, guy-girl, or friend kind of relationship, you're responsible for how you treat someone.
Even if you meet someone for one day, and spend one day with them, you're responsible for how you treat them. Whether you uplift their heart, or crush it. Life is too short to crush hearts. So don't play around with hearts. Embrace them, lift them up, rejuvenate them.
It's Holy week. And I'd call it Easter week, but Easter's been so cheapened into bunnies and eggs, just as Christmas has been cheapened, that I don't want to take away from it.
This is the week. The week that the man who spent thirty years, in all his perfection, preaching and teaching to people all over, sacrificed himself, for who? Me. And you. And not just me, and not just you, but all of us. Every person who has ever been born into this world, and had breath in their lungs. Every. Single. One.
Thinking about that, it's amazing. This man, died. He didn't have to say yes, but he did. He didn't have to die on that cross, but he did. He could've said no at any time, but he didn't. That's the beauty of it all. He took our sins upon himself, and he didn't have to.
Which is why I just don't understand why anyone could ever not accept that. This man was tortured for us. This man bled for us. It's mind boggling, I know. How could someone love us so much? How could someone love me so much, that he would go through all that? Because, he loved me that much? It seems insane and it doesn't really make much sense, but he did it.
People may say they'd die for you, and plenty of people have died for the sake of others, but nobody else will ever do what he did. It's impossible.
Seeing all of the excitement of Easter from everyone is great, but what does it matter if your kid has the best Easter basket, if he doesn't know that thousands of years before he received that basket, a man rose from the dead? A man who, a few short days before, had died for him. Been tortured for him. Crucified for him.
So before we get into the spirit of colored eggs, and chocolate bunnies, and magic bunnies who deliver Easter eggs. Let's remember that the alternative name for Easter, is Resurrection Day. Because he came back from the dead after all of the suffering he endured for you. And that's what Easter is all about. Resurrection, and remembrance of the man who died for all of our sins. Because he's coming again. Jesus is alive.
So yesterday, after I posted, my bestie commented on my post and told me that she was reading my older posts from my old blog. So, I thought I'd go see if I could too. And, I could!
Let me just say, that was an interesting experience. I had terrible grammar, I was constantly linking up with things, having giveaways, posting about giveaways, and doing tags. It was crazy reading back to all of that stuff, yet interesting.
And I might've realized why I had so many followers before. It was because of all of that stuff. I think it was because of the giveaways, and the tags, and the goofy, crazy stuff. But, I think that's not me anymore. I mean, I'm all for fun posts, but I spent 2-3 hours a day writing posts, scheduling posts, linking up with things. It was time consuming.
It was fun to go back and reminisce, though. I mean, reading my twelve year old thoughts is certainly intriguing.
What about you guys? Do you ever go and look back at your old posts?
It's time for some more honesty. This time, I need to be honest with myself. I haven't been "thinking about what I want to do with this blog," I've been neglecting this blog. At first, I was trying to figure out what I was doing, but as the weeks have passed, I guess I've just been neglecting this blog, because I don't think anyone cares. I don't think it's worth it anymore. But, to me, it is. It's worth it. Definitely.
This blog is going to undergo some changes, I know that. But for now? Until I have that figured out? I'm going to start posting again. And I'm not just saying that. I really am. Because blogging will always be apart of me. Writing on all of my blogs over the past four years has taken a piece of my heart. There's just something about it. It's hard to explain.
So, I'm back! And I love all of you just as much as four years ago.