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.