the Artist
Of hope. Of light. Of spring.
I’ve been outside every day with the Applewood furry crew. Of late I’ve noticed some things that made me feel kind of happy. Gave me hope that life will go on post this virus.
The earth is renewing itself. Winter has let go even as far north as Minnesota. I discovered a pussy willow tree growing in my abandoned garden! I couldn’t believe it. Just seeing it amidst the winter debris and shambles of this garden made me smile. New life!
I sit on a back rock wall some days watching the dogs. I never paid much attention to a calcified bag of concrete the Carpenter left against the wall years ago. The face of it is now full of lush green moss! Life born out of concrete. Somehow where it sits in the shade, the concrete is somehow still absorbent enough to nourish the moss. Even though the concrete bag has long ago turned rock like.
My father lives in a small memory care home in PA. Every week he conducts a bible study for his fellow residents. He gives some sort of devotional thought and then he leads them in singing songs. Old songs he is remembering from his childhood and Sunday School years. He is being a light where he is. He suffers from memory loss and has physical limitations.. yet he is still able to spread light to those around him.
A dear friend decided this would be a good time to rescue a dog. Today she brought home 7 year old Dudley– a Skye Terrier. This little guy is getting a good home, she will have a new pup for her grandchildren to take on walks around the yard, and she will have snuggly company while self-isolating at home. More light and a rescue during this hard time.
Of course there are so many “lights” and signs of hope out in our world right now. I think for those that are able to be home… it’s a good time to stop and look at the small things. The things you rush by on a normal day. And that is a good thing to come out of this dark time.
Be a light today. Wherever you are. Do something small. Give grace. Pray. Look to God. Rescue.