Beware of harking back to what you once were when God wants you to be something you have never been.
The sun shone brightly. A warm gentle breeze stirred the topmost branches to tap a joyful rhythm against the window.
My friend came by while I was in the house and released Mason bees into the forsythia bush, now laden with new blossoms. She told me with delight that she watched a female immediately find a mate.
Last week, our spirits fell along with the temperature and bare branches (save one leaning against the warmth of the window) collected more snow. Last week was winter.
This week, the first bright colour in the garden arrived suddenly. This week is spring.
Transformation is like that. We wait and wait and wait, then suddenly life changes — and nothing will ever look the same again. We are not who we used to be.