While there is little gardening or weeding going on these days because of one-handedness, there is beauty around me everywhere.
Where there was winter, there is now summer.
While we wait for death, we anticipate birth.
Where there is brokeness, there can be healing.
Joy and sorrow ride the same rail, side by side. During the dark seasons of our lives, we wait for the dawn, we look for the silver lining, we walk toward the ray of sunshine.