This morning, despite the clouds and drizzle, I arrived at church with a heart a little less heavy. I brought my grief to church this morning, as I did yesterday and as I will continue to do until I can work through it with God.
A cardinal, sitting on top of a tall tree, provided an early morning wake-up call for the rest of nature, his song trilling from tree to tree.
I went to check on the hibiscus, the one that has bloomed randomly throughout the fall and winter. With our recent warm weather and overnight rain, I thought it might be due for a bloom. And I found it poised this morning for just that, still sleeping, its petals pulled in tight, but a promise hanging in the air around it that tomorrow it might just wake.
A cardinal, sitting on top of a tall tree, provided an early morning wake-up call for the rest of nature, his song trilling from tree to tree.
I went to check on the hibiscus, the one that has bloomed randomly throughout the fall and winter. With our recent warm weather and overnight rain, I thought it might be due for a bloom. And I found it poised this morning for just that, still sleeping, its petals pulled in tight, but a promise hanging in the air around it that tomorrow it might just wake.
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