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A Spring in My Step
A Spring in My Step
After a misty graveside service on the prairie, the clouds broke apart and sunlight flooded the land, revealing a world that had been shining above the gray all along. Passing the home of the woman we had just buried — her garden suddenly ablaze with color — it became clear that suffering had not defined her life. She had simply refused to be bullied by it, tending what was fragile, welcoming beauty where she could, and carrying on with quiet courage.
By the time I descended the church basement stairs into a room full of hugs, cookies, and soft laughter, something inside me had lifted. Grief had not vanished, but it no longer stood alone. Beneath every sorrow runs a deeper current of life, waiting for the clouds to part. Perhaps that is all we are asked to do: tend to the suffering, water what is still alive, and trust that the sun remains above the storm.
Sometimes joy does not arrive as celebration, but as lightness — the simple permission to move forward again.
A spring in the step. 🌱
