It’s been three years.
This morning I walked outside, and I felt the warmth of the sun melting the snow. However deep the snow, the winter can not last forever… However dark the night, the light is breaking in through the cracks -splintering fragments of wonder and new beginnings.
However broken the heart, a pulse invokes hope.
It is not quite spring yet, but something deep in the core of my being insists that she is coming. And she is bringing resurrection with her.