we were late pulling our Christmas cactus out of it's dark hiding place. it sort of sat on the counter all season, taunting us. "i'll show you!" it seemed to say, every morning as i savored my coffee. "i can be stubborn, too," it pouted every evening, as i put away the dinner dishes.
despite it's best efforts of defiance, on Christmas Day we were welcomed with tiny buds. this morning, there are more, and i couldn't resist the message in those hopeful pink flowers.
the time is now, the place is here.
happy new year!! may you awaken each day with the promise of hope in your heart.