We drove past farmlands, recently flooded, now cultivated, planted and vegetables coming up, we saw recently trimmed vineyards which a few weeks ago looked like dead sticks, now sprouting green leaves. Fruit trees were showing blossoms. We stopped to visit the widowed wife of our friend. Barely one month into her terrible aloneness. She is trimming and planting in her garden.
Blooms are everywhere.
She is making plans for a convention trip with friends. She is preparing for the visit of a daughter. She is making cookies for her grandchildren. Her words tell me that for her, life is ended, but her action tells me that no matter what, life goes on. There is life in Jesus that will never, never die.