Let the morning bring
my word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way
I should go, for to you I entrust my life. Psalm 143:8 NIV
For a few
minutes, a glowing pink and blue sky captivated me. Its vibrant colors
reflected on the dark lake.
An annoying
holler marred my peace. With feathers spread like a perfect Thanksgiving
picture, the tom turkey’s boisterous yells proclaimed his presence.
We stared
at each other through the screen. Then he paraded from my house to my
neighbor’s and back. Two females ignored his signals as they lowered their
heads to eat from the ground.
A flurry of
tiny birds swept to the bare cypress trees along the shore. Their bodies formed
silhouettes against the awakening sky.
A fiery
ball peeked through the trees and illuminated the yellow, pink, and purple
flowers that had survived the winter. Buds of orchids and Easter lilies
prepared to open. Teeny wisps of green clothed naked boughs.
Touches of
spring brought hope and encouragement. A reprieve from winter’s darkness and despair.
The spring
of grief brings glimmers of hope and encouragement too. A time of adjusting to
a new life. Less intense sadness and optimism for the future. Not forgetting the
past but moving on to opportunities to grow. Live again. See what God has
planned.
Grief, like
spring, includes days that seem like winter. Gloom and sadness return but don’t
linger.
Loving Father, thank
you for carrying me through the pain of winter. Lead me into the season of
spring. Amen
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