Beach ball
A light snow fell last night. Just a dusting,
one that melted away with the rising of the sun. Still, earlier today,
when we awoke, trees, cars, the street, bushes, and a beach ball were
all lightly covered. We weren't expecting the flurry, nor did we
anticipate the beach ball. The former was a reminder of the winter we
wish to see gone, the latter a harbinger of the summer to come. We seem
to be in a transition moment, a time when we're balanced between what
was and what will be. This is true not just of the weather but also of
our faith. Easter is almost here, but Lent is not yet over. We are
ready for resurrection but the hour has not yet quite arrived. Until
then, we have a colorful beach ball, a playful symbol of God's
surprising grace and joy.
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