Lois Flowers
If Easter didn’t happen, we would all be in an eternally sad state of hopelessness. But—and of course this is the “but” upon which the entire course of history pivots—Easter did happen.
And because of that, we do have hope—in our joy, in our grief, in our anxiety, in our uncertainty. On our best days and our worst days. During the seasons of life that seem to go on forever and those that seem to be over before they’ve even started.
We were in the market for new seating for our family room a few years ago.
We had some pretty specific specifications in mind. We wanted a couch or sectional that could comfortably seat four people who are watching a television show. It needed to be firm but not too hard. Wide enough but still have ample room to open doors on either side.
Happy spring! I am a lover of winter, but even I have my limits. Here’s to daffodils and peony shoots and birds chirping loudly in the morning.
My college girl and I were busy thrifting and running errands and visiting an art gallery and French pastry shop last week, so I didn’t have much time to come up with the usual Four Somethings for this monthly linkup.
I missed a gorgeous sunrise the other day. It was during my younger daughter’s spring break, so my schedule was already a little wonky. Randy was home sick, which made it even more so.
I finally got outside to run just when the sky was finishing its glorious display. As I gazed at the last vestiges of gold and mauve bouncing off scattered clouds, I have to admit I was a little disappointed. Beautiful dawns don’t happen every day, and it had been a while since I’d seen one.