The work of an untimely winter

IMG_2954The daffodils survived. Some were broken, these I gathered to adorn our house. Some are bent, their lovely heads drawing near the ground. Others stand tall, returning to glory and joy. Such is the work of a storm. The broken is redeemed to offer beauty; the wind and the weight of the storm causes heads to bow in humility, and truth is strengthened. Storms are not death. In the hand of God they are life.