It’s gray outside, in fact, it looks and feels bleak. Our
country is not only cold, as in rain and snow, but also battling a virus. For the last few months
things have been horrible and depressing. My noise cancelling headphones broke
in half—so now there’s nowhere to hide from the six o’clock news. Our friends
are in and out of hospitals. Sadly, despite our constant prayers, a few didn’t
make it. Another is stuck in hospice.
Even during the darkest days, we know things will get
better. Of course, they will, but even smiling broadcasters don’t have a
clue as to when. But there’s always hope, or at least there should be hope.
“Where there is no hope, it is
incumbent on us to invent it.”
At 7:48am this morning someone sent me flowers. The doorbell
rang and the driver, who should have worn a mask, handed me a lovely bouquet of
roses, lilies and daisies. After setting them on the counter, I immediately
washed my hands. Still, it came as a delightful surprise.
Five minutes later, a romantic couple of large, mallard
ducks flew into our backyard as a sort of harbinger of spring. Splashing and
quacking, they shook their tail feathers and sat down on the flagstone. Every
year a couple, maybe the same ones, return to lay eggs behind our mesquite tree.
Once the ducklings hatch, they toddle off behind mama duck, to a local creek. Why
would this year be any different?
An hour later, my Valentine went to get his first dose of
the vaccine. Things are looking up. There might even be a bit of sunshine
today!
May hope and love fill your heart this Valentine’s Day!







