Blossoms

She was a simple woman, but not. Not really.

Each day after lunch she would walk under the cherry blossoms to the fountain at the far end of the park. 

On the way there, she thanked God for small things 

and big things, all the things. On the way back, 

she prayed for this, for that, for all the things. 

Sometimes the Earth shuddered under her steps and decisions made faraway were altered. The sun shone brighter or rain fell and flowers bloomed. On some days her prayers changed the world. On 

other days, her prayers changed her. 

She was a simple woman, but not. Not even close.

Hope

I am writing to you, little children,

because your sins are forgiven for his name’s sake.

I am writing to you, fathers,

because you know him who is from the beginning.

I am writing to you, young men,

because you have overcome the evil one.

I write to you, children,

because you know the Father.

I write to you, fathers,

because you know him who is from the beginning.

I write to you, young men,

because you are strong,

and the word of God abides in you,

and you have overcome the evil one.

1 John 2:12-14

Psalm 31:24

Be strong and take heart,

all you who hope in the Lord!

Deuteronomy 28:2

May 

the 

Blessings

of God 

Pursue and Overtake

You