This morning I was thinking about how easily I forget that while we are all wet and chilly and mud, it’s just about high flower season in the Southern Hemisphere. Gardeners are picking armloads of long-awaited beauty already, and dahlias will bloom soon enough!

Too quickly I am myopic, seeing masks and barriers to community life and fearful hearts, forgetting what is on the other side of this valley. I choose to remember right. now. that it won’t always be this way. There is a bright future ahead, and I am looking up, setting my eyes on that today!

{Psalm 30:5b “Weeping may come for the night, but joy comes with the morning.”}