A few weeks back, the impatiens we planted out too soon was
blackened and withered in an overnight frost. We have mourned the loss but not
dug up the plants, and this morning, it appears there are some new shoots
coming from the roots. A resurrection miracle of new life.
I am thinking of those Covid-19 sufferers, whose fights for
life on ventilators are being won. Some come out of intensive care like the
withered inpatiens, clinging on to life, which will sprout and bloom and flower
again, given time and care. Such gratitude to the NHS workers whose own lives
are at risk as they seek to save lives. Such gratitude to God.
I am also thinking of my fictional character who I am trying
to recreate. May my imaginative energies be up to the task, I pray, as I ask
for inspiration from the great creator. May this character fill out and
blossom, live and laugh and breathe on the page, and spark thought and
conversation.
Have a great Tuesday.
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