Hands down, the most meaningful part of spring for me is watching the trees bud and the grass turn green again.
Every year it reminds me of what God did in my life ten years ago.
Back then, life felt like a long, unending winter.
Cold. Lifeless. Empty.
Addiction has a way of draining everything good out of a person. It leaves you hollow. Numb. Always wanting more, but never satisfied.
I know what that feels like because that was my reality.
I had grown up in church. I knew all the stories. I knew the songs. I knew what the Bible said about God.
But none of it felt real to me.
Honestly, I thought everyone was pretending just like I was.
Then I started meeting people whose lives had genuinely changed.
People who had been trapped in addiction like me, but had found real freedom.
And when they talked about Jesus, something about it felt different.
He was real to them.
For the first time, I started to wonder if maybe that kind of change could happen for me too.
So I started reading the Bible for myself and asking God to show me who He really was—not just who I assumed He was.
And little by little, He did.
I began to see the difference between who God is and who I was.
For the first time in my life, I actually wanted Him.
I started to see that God wasn’t trying to take joy away from me. He wasn’t some distant cosmic killjoy waiting to ruin my life.
Instead, He was teaching me how to truly live.
The things I once loved but that were destroying me slowly started losing their grip on me.
And new things began growing in their place.
Gratitude.
Peace.
Concern for people and a genuine desire to do good to them.
My cold heart was finally coming alive!
My chains didn’t fall off all at once in a lightning bolt moment. It was a slow, but steady change that was real.
And looking back now, that kind of transformation was one of the greatest gifts God could have given me.
That’s why I love spring so much.
Because every year, it reminds me that dead things can live again.
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