As many of you know, our home is close to the city cemetery. I walk there on a daily basis. Some of my friends find it unusual that the cemetery is where I choose to exercise. I, on the other hand, enjoy the solitude, the calm and quiet, and it’s the perfect place to think. A couple of weeks ago on a very chilly morning, I noticed a single yellow daffodil randomly growing right next to a grave marker. It caught my eye because among all the cold white stone markers was this tiny, yet beautiful, sign of life. I stopped to take a picture with my cell phone. I wanted to capture this perfect illustration of the circle of life.
In that moment, I fully understood the meaning of Easter. I thought about my life and realized more profoundly than before that we’ll all experience death, but it’s what we do while we’re living that truly matters. Easter allows us all a fresh start. It is God’s reminder that the-way-things-are doesn’t have to be the-way-things-will-always-be. For me, that is a very comforting reality.
Celeste M. Robison