The change took place, literally, overnight.
With just one day of warm temperatures the daffodils alongside the church burst into bloom and the small pond alongside the road on which I run each day became filled with the sound of the Spring Peepers. Even though it has been a very mild winter in the Northeast, I find myself longing for Spring. Like with the flowers, the warm weather pulls something within me towards new life and new energy and turns me in the direction of hope.
Maybe that is the gift of these days.
Hope which pushes its way past the headlines in the news.
Hope that cracks open my spirit to make space for something new.
Hope which comes, always, as a gift.
Lifting our heads.
Opening our eyes.
Strengthening our spirits.
Enabling us to live today having caught a glimpse of the promise of tomorrow.