Snow flurries were around at the beginning, but then, spring broke through and pushed away the lingering cold.
When the snow melted and the first green poked through the cold, wet ground, I was filled with fresh hope. The daffodils I planted in the fall woke up from their long sleep, popping their sunny heads all around. But then my heart sank to see my favorite purple and yellow tulips did not survive.
Our life ebbs and flows with beauty and devastation. And yes, some losses are bigger than lost tulips.Yet, God is over all of it.