“It’s sad to say goodbye to the flowers,” my neighbor commented as she spotted me ripping out dead plants from pots. Last Friday’s snowfall caught me off guard; before I knew it, death was all around me. Summer turned into fall turned into winter miraculously overnight, and the flowers were gone. Like that.
But as we all know, death is not really death.
Each little death holds the glorious promise of new life. And spring will come again. This is true.
Today, this “whatever truth” gives me hope.
What truth are you holding onto today?
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