
And still it was spring, with grape hyacinths and other whatnot blooming and tulip leaves starting up through the snow. Even in the tiniest shred of earth in a crack in a cracked, dingy sidewalk, new life insists its message of hope be seen in brilliant quack-grass green.
And amidst our global anxious wondering at what happens next, we hold on to hope, share wishes for a blessed Easter, and will say tomorrow, "Christ is risen!" - "He is risen, indeed!".
Easter is in our hearts - regardless of what happens around us - He lives forever.
ReplyDeleteYes, & amen, sister!
DeleteMost of us are home-stayed and uncertain of what waits too! this is such a lovely hope-filled post! thank-you.
ReplyDeleteAh, but we see you've ventured out to the potting shed bright corner of home-stay! All kinds of hope in these odd times :-)
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