holiday, holy day

Easter is almost here. Walking into Wal-Mart, chocolate bunnies and brightly colored basket-grass abound. While I don't have children myself, I get to listen to my coworkers talk about all the goodies they're getting for their children. I miss those long gone days of spring break and waking up to a basket of candy.

I miss Easter being a holiday.

But has it ever really been a holy day to me?

I didn't grow up in a church-going family. We didn't even go to church on Christmas or Easter. So the idea of a holy day, a day set apart for God, is a little foreign to me, even after a decade of being a believer. I've been trying to let the holiness of the seasons of Easter and Christmas sink in deeper. My husband and I celebrated Advent last year, and this year we've been following a more traditional Lenten fast of abstaining from meat.

But it's hard. I've found that just doing stuff (of not doing stuff in the case of Lent), hasn't really seemed to touch me deep down. Yes, it's been a challenge, but more often than not I find myself lamenting my cheeseburger-less state rather than dwelling on deeper, more spiritual things. I've been left wondering which is better: to practice the traditional holy days, etc. or to live "free" from such things. I like what Romans has to say:

One person esteems one day as better than another, while another esteems all days alike. Each one should be fully convinced in his own mind. The one who observes the day, observes it in honor of the Lord. The one who eats, eats in honor of the Lord, since he gives thanks to God, while the one who abstains, abstains in honor of the Lord and gives thanks to God. Romans 14:5, 6 ESV

I have no real conclusion as to what's best. And maybe one isn't better than the others; it's all about our attitude as we either eat or abstain, celebrate a certain day or spend it just like any other. That's the beautiful thing though: we are each so individual and God reaches out to us in completely unique ways. He doesn't use a set formula to reach Megan plus every other Christian on earth. He relates to me in a completely different way than He relates to anyone else. It makes me feel loved.

waiting for autumn

This may sound odd, but I'm completely psyched about the approach of autumn. Fall is my favorite time of year. I love the explosion of colors as the leaves start to turn. The brisk air, the thick sweaters, the chunky yarn that is extra-popular during the fall months. Curling up with a blanket and thick socks, reading a good classic (right now I'm reading Stoker's Dracula because for some reason in my mind, I associate it with autumn). I even rushed to complete one of my crochet projects today so it would be ready for the cooler air (it's a super chunky wrap).

So I'm ignoring the fact that it's still reaching 90 degrees almost every day. I'm itching for the cooler weather. It's just something about that time of year that makes me feel closer to God. Maybe it's because I love the season so much that I feel closer to nature/creation, and therefore, God. Or I love big, bulky sweaters, and being more comfortable with myself helps me to be more comfortable in general.

Regardless of the reason, I'm looking forward to this next "season" in my life.