Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Day 87, March 27

Like many people, I watch for the signs of spring.  I watch for the greening of the grass, the buds on trees, the crocus and tulips and daffodils pushing their way up through the winter-hardened ground.

Recently, I discovered that our tulips are poking their heads above the ground, just specks of green against the dreary brown.  The writer in me is always seeking analogies, comparisons, and I couldn't help but think of some friends who are also poking their heads above the trials and hardships of this life.

One friend has undergone numerous surgeries as a result of her cancer of last year.  She has come back stronger than ever, determined that she will have a good life despite what she's endured.  Another friend lost her heartmate of 40-plus years.  She, too, has emerged stronger, her resilience a testament of her faith and testimony.

So, for today, I am grateful for the courage to survive, in flowers and in friends.

1 comment:

  1. Stress and struggle. And triumph. Sounds like spring to me.