It's still winter here-lilacs are many weeks away from blooming.
But robins sing and I can smell spring. I'm happy to be feeling well again after having the flu, some surgery on my left leg, and phlebitis in my right knee.
I'm walking again! Doing the 2 miler or close to it-with no leg pain! I thought it was a permanent thing, and I'd adjust to it-but thank God, I am pain free.
It's been a long hard winter.
I've learned some good life lessons in the middle of it all.
I'll never forget a sermon I heard a long time ago. It was about geese flying in a flock in the V formation. How the other geese are honking to cheer on the leader, who is making the flight a little easier for the rest of the formation. It was about not giving up.
This morning I stopped in the road to watch and listen as a big flock of geese flew over my head. The birds were flying into the wind; I could see their wings beat hard. But they were honking, "Don't give up! Keep flying! You're doing great!"
I can't think of a good way to end this post and tie it all together, except to just say-don't give up! Take each day as the gift it is, no matter what. Keep believing the best.