Normally, right around this exact time, I post the traditional pictures of my blooming cherry blossoms against a vibrant blue sky. Today, just like always, the Weeping Cherry fully blooms. I love the hoping and then the realization. It always blooms. However, this time, there’s no blue sky. It’s cold and drizzly.
I look out the window and consider the nature of hope. It’s that beauty with the backdrop of sorrow and hard things. Hope is just like living Good Friday days when we know Sunday will come. I love how we learn of hope in Psalm 43:5:
Why are you cast down, O my soul,
and why are you in turmoil within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
my salvation and my God.
