by Artist Eye
I was thinking about resilience, “springing back.” In the woods where I go walking there are places where this winter’s winds leveled whole stands of trees.
Recently I noticed that there is already fresh growth springing up. I know I don’t need to worry about the woods. Saplings that once struggled to find a little light beneath a denser canopy will now in time become themselves the crown.
It’s people I worry about. We have had such a season of hard stories. I can only pray for faith that there will be a fresh crop of resurrection stories, each one grown of whatever circumstances may have fallowed the fields.