An answer to prayer walked through my door last night - an adult child returned home from a few days away.  I had wrestled with his departure, his destiniation, the unmapped future. His trip forced me to trust in God's love for him as greater than my own.  Forced me to trust in God's love to carry ME through whatever might happen to my son.

I have always loved Easter.  When a little girl, my grandfather would drop off corsages the Saturday before Easter Sunday, one for my mother and one for me.  It was always a bit too big looking for me, but I loved wearing it to church the next morning.  I think the tradition of woman having corsages for Easter Sunday is outdated, but these beautiful tulips showed up on my table Saturday night.  Love them!