When Easter approaches, it feels a lot like Christmas. We look forward to gatherings with family and friends. Stores fill with pastel colors and decorations of cheerful bunnies. Churches prepare for one of the most attended services of the year. For people of faith, Easter Sunday is a moment filled with excitement and gratitude.
During the weeks leading up to it, we focus deeply on the journey to the cross. Sermons remind us of Christ’s sacrifice and the incredible hope found in the empty tomb. Our hearts are stirred as we remember what Jesus has done for us.
But once Easter Sunday passes, something familiar happens. The decorations are put away, the sermon series comes to an end, and the church building simply becomes just a building again. The excitement fades, and before long we find ourselves caught again in the routines and responsibilities of everyday life.
It raises an important question: how are we meant to live after Easter?
How do we carry the resurrection with us when the celebration is over? How do we keep that same sense of wonder alive when Monday morning arrives?
My grandmother would say the answer is simple: we live like it is always spring within our hearts.
Life can be hard. The world often feels heavy, and at times it seems like it offers very few breaks along the way. We face disappointments, uncertainty, and seasons that feel a lot like winter. But when Jesus came to earth, He did not come simply to give us a holiday to celebrate. He came to give us freedom.
In the Gospel of Luke, Jesus declares His mission by reading from the prophet Isaiah: “The Spirit of the Lord is on me, because He has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners and recovery of sight for the blind, to set the oppressed free” (4:18).
Grandma always said spring is the perfect reminder of the resurrection. Flowers begin to bloom, the air carries that familiar fresh scent again, and suddenly it’s time to fill the flower beds once again with your favorite flowers. Everywhere you look, something that once seemed lifeless begins to wake up again. To Grandma, spring was never just a season. It was a quiet sermon from God about new life.
She used to say that spring reminds us that possibility is always waiting. Beneath the frozen ground of winter, seeds were already preparing for what was to come. What looked barren for a season was actually full of promise.
Grandma has gone on to be with Jesus now, but every time spring comes around, and I see those first blossoms on the trees, I think back to something she said nearly a decade ago as we sat around the Easter dinner table. At the time, it sounded simple, but the older I get, the more I realize how true it is: resurrection is not just something we celebrate one Sunday a year. It is something we are invited to live in every day.
I challenge us as we walk beyond Easter, that we live like it is Spring in our hearts with wonder and excitement. What could happen if we let the awe of the blooming trees invade our hearts, the idea that we have more hours of daylight to capitalize on what God wants to do in our stories.
So on the days when life gets too hard to get out of bed, when we feel like we cannot take one more step, we have the hope that Christ came to proclaim freedom. He came to give us abundant life. To all those who wonder, to all who are afraid of what tomorrow holds, just look at the new mercies God is giving you each morning.
Although the Easter decorations will come down, the tomb can stay empty within your heart 365 days of the year as you can walk in the wonder of being free in Christ.
When I was a child, I didn’t understand when my grandmother said spring reminded her of the resurrection. But now I truly know that she walked in the freedom of knowing Jesus every single day, and that is what brought her true joy and freedom every day of her life.
I don’t know what your story looks like on the other side of this. You could be walking through a valley that seems way more like a winter season than spring. One thing I do know to be true is there is a God who sees us, one who loves us and one who knows us! So as you embark into the spring season, step into the wonder that this season has to offer, begin to look up, and remember that the God who sees you also knows your story and desires to fill you with immense wonder this season!
Megan Feveryear is an author, speaker, podcaster, writer, creative communicator, and storyteller who is passionate about faith, purpose, and authenticity. Through her blogs, devotionals, and creative projects, she shares real-life reflections that inspire others to find meaning in every season.
