Here in the South Carolina lowcountry, everything blooms and blossoms and explodes with pollen.
So. Much. Pollen.
It guilds the sidewalks and cars and other plants. It blows in the doors and windows and sprinkles gold dust on the floors, the furniture, the dog. It drifts – yes, like snow drifts! – on the edge of the street.
Pollen. It makes some of us miserable: I was pretty sure I was dying from super-strep. Nope, just pollen. Better now.
But here’s the thing: all the misery and mess is prelude to the promise. Spring is on her way. The azaleas are poised to put on their glorious show of color. The jonquils and tulips and all their friends are showing up.
It’s fixin to be stunning. [fixin to be is an important redundant verb in these parts]
Spring is arriving, and Hope will be here too.
It’s hard to trust that Hope is on the way, when there’s so much bleak and grim and distressing stuff going on all over the place.
But the tides ebb and flow, the sun rises and sets, the birds refuse to not sing, and Life prevails.
Life wins, y’all.
So, as tempting as it is to focus on the misery, I’m thinking it’s the right time to live the promise, to adopt the ancient wisdom, “Go, eat your food with gladness, and drink your wine with a joyful heart, for God has already approved what you do.”
The wise one is not naive: “The race is not to the swift or the battle to the strong, nor does food come to the wise or wealth to the brilliant or favor to the learned; but time and chance happen to them all.”
Yep. Life can be unfair, random, heartbreaking.
Both. “Some of it’s magic and some of it’s tragic,” remember?
So. Embrace it all. Pollen. Promise. Rain. Sunshine. Heartbreak. Hurt.
And faith, hope, and love. Life, y’all.