Two days ago, the carpet of snowdrops and sprinkling of
golden and purple crocus disappeared under a white blanket of snow. Today the
sun beams out of a windswept sky – clouds streaking through the blue expanse –
and those battered bulbs are raising their weary heads.
Sometimes it seems that it’s the vulnerable and precious who
are dumped on in life. Good to know that bad things are like the snow, quickly
disappearing in the warmth of God’s love. It can seem that his love is slow in
coming at times, but when it breaks through, the beauty of those battered lives
is breath-taking.
Come to me, Jesus invites us. If you’re tired out and weary
and needing a rest, he’s the one to go to. Keep company with me, he says, and
you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.
One day all the bad things will be gone forever.
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