Hope in the Redbud

Every spring, my redbud tree reminds me to stay in hope. The usual allegory applies: dead winter becomes a fruitful spring. Trust God in the hard times. Almost a cliché these days. But a more hidden meaning speaks to me this year, after an interminable winter and the hanging-on-of-grief. After another 12 months of ugliness …

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