Some days seem harder to face. Turn on the news and you hear about the rising number of COVID cases or the ongoing election drama. It is easy to feel depressed. Why bother getting out of bed? Why bother doing anything? The early dark doesn’t help matters either.
It can be a chore to get up and get moving. Accomplishing a task seems monumental. A few weeks ago, when I went out to get the mail, I was greeted by something I did not expect to see. We have had our first frost quite a while ago. Things have stopped growing and are resting comfortably in the ground gathering energy needed to burst forth when Spring arrives. This includes the iris bulbs I planted in early Fall.
Yet, on this particular morning shoots were pushing their way through the soil. I know nothing will become of them because winter is just setting in. It is not their time. It is much too soon. But, here they were greeting me as if to say, “Keep the faith. There is hope. Joy is on its way.”
So, even though things may seem as gray as a dreary winter’s day, I offer you this little bit of hope. Goods things will be returning.