What a contrast in my head; the gloom of the times we’re living in, almost getting a choke hold on me as I listen to the news and read the Internet, while the eternal hope of spring surrounds me in the singing birds and greening trees.
In the shadow of a late spring, perhaps ominous, flu outbreak, I step outside to the sweet smell of the widely blooming privet hedge.
With the distant thunder of war ever rumoured to be on the horizon, I glimpse a sudden splash of yellow in the woods. Taking the time to investigate, I find the flowers my husband and daughter planted last spring finally in full bloom.
Wondering what the future holds with our ever changing government, and feeling the threat of freedoms taken away I once took for granted, I yet freely venture out to explore the long leaf pines and scrub oaks woodland of the coastal plain.
Dwelling on the unpaid bills and the cupboards that are a bit too empty, I glance out the window to a perfect blue sky and a light breeze dancing in the persimmon trees.
And as my heart aches at the absence of my son, who not so long ago left the nest to discover his own path in life, I think of the Son of God who came as a ransom for us all.
