I was outdoors with my 2-year-old granddaughter yesterday. She brought me flowers. “Here, Grammy. Flowers.” I replied: “They are beautiful! Can you show me where you got them?”
She took me by the hand and led me to the driveway. Right there between the black edges of the asphalt and the white of the snow, in the dark earth between, crocuses were blooming. What a reminder of God’s gifts!