Sign of Hope

At the end of June in 2007, I had another miscarriage (that made 3 losses). Shortly after I was recovering, my sweet friend Shawna came by with an apple tree which was from a small group of girl friends. The thought behind the tree was that there is "hope" and that each spring and summer, this tree would bud and one year [hopefully] will provide me with fruit. Last year, I wasn't even sure this little thing would make it, but it survived yet another harsh Alberta winter and has even blessed me with a few sweet pink buds. I know our summer season isn't very long so I don't know if it will even bear fruit this year but I was again reminded of the "hope" I have. That hope also came in the form of a precious baby girl named Sarah who was born exactly one year after the miscarriage.
May we all have hope.

Spring!

Spring is a season when I can truly see and feel God's greatness. Watching the snow melt into little rivers flowing down the curb into the drains, noticing the fresh new green on my front hedge, and seeing my children's flushed cheeks as they insist on playing outside without coats on. Waking up at 6:00 with my sweet baby girl isn't quite as hard when the sun is up to greet me either. My tulips alongside of the house are one more reminder that maybe the cold, harsh winter is over for another season. Ah, spring. It makes me happy.