January 2, 2016
Last night, as Xerxes and I went on a walk, a turkey flew. Turkey’s don’t look like something that should fly. The turkey not only flew, it flew with grace.
This afternoon, Xerx and I went downstairs. In the window a flower bloomed. It shouldn’t have. I bought it last spring to plant in a planter. I never did. It sat all summer and fall in its’ plastic store container. Hardly ever got watered. It had a small green leaf on it this fall so I brought it inside. It still is just a bunch of dried up leaves with a small green one …and now a flower.
To see a turkey fly. To see brown leaves bloom. To realize all things are possible. To not give up. To hope.
Faith, hope, and love.
It’s been an incredible week.