On Saturday, after a week of disquieting situations that have no quick resolutions, twin sister and I drove to a local garden center where I picked out a few beauties for my little gardens. The act of gardening, though hard on the old body now, never fails to lift my spirits and fill me with hope.
Back home, I wasted no time in placing my offerings in the ground, and they wasted no time in rewarding me for my labor.
As I write these words, it is now Monday. Outside, the sun has softened, while my new plantings nod to me in the late afternoon breeze. Just above, under a brilliant sky, birds are singing, their melodies settling around me like a gentle rain.
In trying seasons, it’s easy for the heart to grow faint, for despair to lay on the soul like a heavy blanket. Sometimes, it can be hard to breathe.
But the flowers are not worried about how they will fare tomorrow or next week. Today, they bloom.
And the birds are not fretting about what struggles may await them next month or next year. Today, they sing.
As these thoughts wash over me, I realize that no matter how unsettled my spirit may become, there’s simply no reason why I can’t do the same.
Until next time, sweet friends, wherever you are, whatever your story may be, I pray you find the courage to sing and to bloom, no matter what.