Dear Readers,
For the next couple of months while Layton is on parental leave, you will be hearing from me. Hi, I am Melody. I am writing to you as I sit on my porch, watching plants push through the wet ground and the gray clouds roll above. April showers bring May flowers, after all.
Spring always reminds me that things aren’t necessarily how they appear. Throughout the winter months, the trees and shrubs in my yard have looked dead. But you can’t fool me. I knew all along that life was coursing through those wonderful branches, even though I couldn’t see the evidence.
To be willing to look beyond what the physical senses tell us and instead acknowledge as true something we haven’t seen is the purest definition of faith.
Spring is a time of rebirth. It’s not only that the trees start blooming again and the leaves, flowers and birds seem to burst into life again after a long period of resting. In the same way, rebirth is also happening in our bodies and our spirits. This is a time when your body is naturally increasing in energy. It’s like the sap is also flowing in our veins — filled with more energy. It is a perfect opportunity to embark on a healing journey.
We are launching a new series around the themes of “healing” and “repair.” The first piece addresses the wounds of transphobia and how to minister to those in pain. The journey to healing is a collective one, and that means we must walk it together. You can read the first installment below.
The seasons change, and we change. As you go about your day-to-day this spring, how will you be open to change and rejuvenation?
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