I don’t think of all the misery, but of the beauty that still remains. Think of all the beauty still felt around you and be happy. ~ Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl
Two Thursday miracles so far, two answered prayers. Uncertainty for the future remains, the thread of anxiety stitches a quiet seam through my hours.
But what is life if not to hope?
This day is a carefree young girl, undecided on her hours. Should she drench the earth with springs from heaven, or burst gold and warmth through blooms and boughs? The winds laugh and sigh, giggle and chatter, as the day ponders how it will live.
Think of all the beauty still felt around you and be happy.
As the hymn of the winds dip then soar from minute to minute, a lone robin slips his notes into the spaces. Hope, he sings to remind me, Hope being his song from a winter old. While worries and concerns are an immutable part of my daily walk, the robin wills me remember they must never be allowed to blot out the sun of hope.
So, for my heavenly Mother, my offering for this First Saturday of the decade is to seek out the blooms of hope She has hidden for me to find.
May this be my gift to my Mother today, the gift of enduring hopefulness. For hope is the angels’ paean.
To hope is to be happy.