Coffee in hand, I hustle out the door fretting over my choice of clothing- is my hair neat- silly things. Changes hinge on this meeting; prayers are breathed to ease my uncertainty, but something a bit more concrete would be nice. Something in the corner of my eye catches my attention. Just behind the house, not far from the garden gate our myrtles stand just full of bloom.
There near the tree line a simple gift of encouragement; a sign that everything will be okay, for what takes more faith than planting something. The striking image of those beautiful blossoms stayed with me throughout the morning, prodding me along.. offering encouragement.