Spring Time Joy!
Spring is a time of renewal, a time to shed the old and put on the new. For a moment think of the many wonders that happen in spring. New life comes in spring, from the birth of animals to flowers bursting forth from the ground. The trees, once barren, begin to bud, some with flowers others with just leaves. The robins return dancing upon the ground and splashing in bird baths. Bears and other hibernating animals awake from their slumber. The days are growing warmer and longer with sunshine filling the sky. All around there is life anew, the dreary days of winter are finally coming to an end. Easter also comes in springtime, yet for many, the significance of this special celebration is missed.
When I moved into the state of Virginia, I had heard about a place in Maryland called the Grotto of Lourdes. It took several years before I ventured there and it first was a place that had beautiful gardens, statues of angels, Jesus, Mary and many other "Catholic" symbols. I enjoyed visiting this place but it was not until my second divorce and the deepening journey with Jesus that the truth of this place "hit" me. I no longer attend a Catholic church, for my relationship with Jesus has moved beyond the teachings of Catholicism. It was my Catholic upbringing and involvement in the church that paved the foundation for my journey to begin. When God removes you from one church, He guides you to the next one where He wants to meet you and develop you even more. So, though I was no longer a Catholic when I began my yearly spring time pilgrimages to the Grotto, it was my deeper relationship with Jesus that I could experience Him in this place.
Beginning in 2010, every spring and fall I would journey up to the Grotto of Lourdes, located in Emmitsburg, Maryland. The Grotto is part of the Mount St. Mary's University. Over the years it has gone through development, but serenity and peace, I always find. The pathway begins with the Stations of the Cross. When you walk along the path and stop at each Station, you are transported into the journey from the courts to Calgary that Jesus took. The Stations lead up to the Sanctuary, here is were masses are held during good weather but it is what is beyond the Sanctuary that I am drawn to. I walk the narrow pathway and climb the stairs to be with my Savior. With the woods all around and a gentle brook just a few feet away, I find my Joy. There are stone benches for one to sit and be there at the foot of the cross and there is where I have left many of hurts, burdens, triumphs and tears. To gaze upon my Savior's face, I find my Joy and feel His overwhelming love for me.
In my silent moments there with Jesus, I was given poems to write and yes I carry my pen and pad so that when He begins to give them to me, I am prepared.
I have been feeling something missing in my life and I as I was reflecting about spring it was then that I realized that I have not been on my pilgrimage for several years. With this realization, I also realized that I have allowed many of my vital needs to be ignored and I am now determined to make the changes to bring back balance, serenity and peace back into my realm. Jesus, is putting me back on the path that I slightly strayed. I chose the wrong fork in the road, but He brought me to another and is showing me the right choice.
You may wonder why I stated that many miss the significance of Easter and that it happens in spring. Spring is about being reborn, shedding the old skin and allowing the new skin to come forth. To let go of the past, live in today and trust Him with your future. Jesus, died upon the cross after going through a beating that no mortal could have survived. He was mocked and crowned with thorns, which they then hit upon to cause more pain and blood to stream down His face. He was burdened with the weight of the cross beam to carry through the streets of Jerusalem to the Calvary, were they nailed Him to the cross and hung Him to die a criminals death, one that He did not deserved, but chose so that today I could be reborn in Him. His love for us was so strong, so unconditional that He went to the grave and into hell to defeat the devil once and for all. He rolled the stone away, reborn to a new life that He freely offers to us, if we chose it. I chose Jesus and the life He has dreamed and is creating for me. Bullfrogs and Butterflies by Barry McGuire is a great spring time song and teaches about the story of being reborn and the JOY that is gained.
I am sharing one of the poems that He gave to me while I was sitting at the foot of the Cross.
I Am Here.
I am here
Once again bringing you my burdens
Praying for guidance and strength
For I am so overwhelmed with sadness.
After the many rains
The water rushes down the stream
Eager to reach the river
Just as I am eager to fulfill my dreams.
But what seems like forever to me
Is a mere moment for You.
And I must wait and be patience
For to see the greatness that You will
do.
Many of my days are lonely
Many nights I am alone.
With no one’s arms to hold me
The tears freely flow.
You capture each teardrop
Holding them close to Your heart.
As I lay trembling, You wrap Your arms
around me
Holding me tightly through the night so
dark.
The world will not let me go
I feel myself sinking deeper still.
Until my heart is pierced with the image
Of the cross upon the hill.
A place so long ago
Where God poured out His love.
When on the cross my sins were forgiven
By the death of His precious son.
When the pain is so heavy
To the cross is where I go.
To feel the comfort of the one
Who truly loves me so.
For each day He provides to me
Everything that I need to make it
through.
His strength, love and forgiveness
Each day for me is always renewed.
Even though I am not worthy
Of the blood He did shed.
He reigns within my heart to keep me
strong
For when the world is attacking my head.
May I be an instrument for you, Lord
Giving me the words to write.
Make them strong and worthy
To share Your glorious light.
May my hands be Yours
To help all those that I shall meet.
May I be given the strength to help them,
Lift them up onto their feet.
May my eyes see clearly
Past the surface of the skin.
And into the heart and soul
That lives deep within.
May my ears hear the sounds
Of the cries that are not heard.
So that when I am speaking to them
They hear Your love within my words.
My voice is Your instrument
To sing Your song of love.
Always in joyful, soulful praise
The gift of Your Glorious Son.
Written this day; May
2, 2014
Grotto of Lourdes, Emmitsburg MD
By: Darla Palombia
My prayer;
May God watch over you and protect you
May He bring peace to those who are raging
May He bring comfort to all those who are hurting
May God heal our broken land and unify us
So that His will be done! May we all become like the
Bullfrogs and the Butterflies.
Amen!

