Buoyancy

Thursday in the First Week of Lent

 

For my part, I will sing of your strength;

I will celebrate your love on the morning.

Psalm 59:18

 

Yesterday began grey, then transitioned to a light rain. Followed by sleet, then snow, and once again the yard was covered with white. And yet. Yet, I know this is how March works. And spring will come.

 

This time last year, I was wary. Even as spring seemed possible, I held expectation at bay in the same way that I was keeping hope of the pandemic’s end at arm’s length. I knew then that the pandemic would not give way easily. I had no idea it would be another year. And yet.

 

Yet, I know something of God. I have trusted in sacred promises and not been disappointed. Time and again hope has been the strength that carries me through, and hope will buoy me now.

 

Love will come. 

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