I woke up this morning to bright, beautiful sun streaming through the window. Now the wet rooftops are releasing steam into the morning air as they dry out - attempt to shed the days of downpour and cold. It is possible that spring will finally arrive.
And in my adventure of discovery, it is possible that spring will come. My little seed of faith that I have struggled to keep alive in the long dark days of winter may at last be finding roots. And it is not surprising that these roots are my family - my family of birth and my family of choice. Everyone that I have let in to my heart has blessed my life in ways I am only now beginning to understand..
Life is not a straight line. It is, like Sir Paul said, a long and winding road. It doubles back upon itself and goes in circles. We cross over our own path and sometimes we take the wrong turn and go back over road we have traveled before. We see things we missed the first (or second or third) time we walked this way. And we avoid the potholes and paths that led us into danger. So when we come to that crossroad again, we know enough to say - Yes, I go this way again and see what else I can discover - or - No. That way has only brought me pain and loss and I choose to go a different road now.
I think that I am near that crossroad again. And when I come to that crossroad, I pray I will choose well.