My backyard is a pile of dirt. It has been since I moved into my apartment back in October and now that the snow is all melted I can see it once again. I’m grateful to have a backyard space to use and that the tenant above us doesn’t want that space. My landlord mentioned in the winter that he wanted to turn that pile of dirt into a lawn, so I’ve been (sort of) patiently waiting for that day.
This winter no doubt has been a difficult one, not just for me but for so many people. Being with Grant has been a huge blessing, but we both have felt like we’ve just been waiting for life to happen again. I am in awe that this is our 6th month of marriage, when not a lot has happened besides chilling at home in a lockdown and myself going to work.
I don’t think I am alone when I say that looking forward to warmer weather feels hopeful. It seems as though that is when life can begin again. Already, as it warms up, I have been able to go on coffee dates outside with friends and go on longer walks with family without it being rushed by the cold.
Because of this warmer weather, it has been more enjoyable to wait in a line and chat with people during our meals at The Dale. Things have felt less rushed and instead conversations have been longer. Outreach has felt lighter without being so bundled up- especially because it was hard for people to recognize us with masks on top of all the winter gear so that most of our faces were covered.
This April is not too far off from last years- Ontario is now in another lockdown and the covid numbers are still going up. But I am holding on to the hope that Spring has to offer, to help me through it.
Recently, since the outdoor and church restrictions have changed in Toronto, at The Dale we have been trying to do something on Sundays. From individual prayer, to communion, and often hoping to have a full service, weather permitting. But recently the weather has not at all been permitting, from strong winds to pouring rain. We knew Easter Sunday was on its way and began praying hard for a sunny day. And, Praise the Lord, that is exactly what we saw this Easter Sunday. It wasn’t just sunny and clear, but warm enough to sit outside without shivering. Though just a handful of us were there, it was so special to hear a word on Jesus’ miraculous resurrection amid the miracle of being together.
There is currently a little leaf of a plant sticking out of the dirt pile in my backyard. I was so excited when I first saw it two weeks ago. Without any grass there, getting to watch something grow feels exciting! It gives me hope of life after this bitter cold winter. We survived it and there is new life because of it. It is written in Romans 6:4,
“We were buried therefore with him by baptism into death, in order that, just as Christ was raised from the dead by the glory of the Father, we too might walk in newness of life.”
The gift of new life from Christ is something that I seem to feel over and over again. I feel like this Spring season is bursting with new life and a hope that feels miraculous after a winter like this one.
(ps. i really feel like it’s a tulip, but if anyone knows, please let me know)