March 27, 2021
She sits in the middle of a heap of destruction. Eyes weary from the battle. It seems all is lost. She holds in her hand the remnants, all that was left from the war. A single flower in full bloom. Her heart flutters one last breathe of hope. She hears the whisper, “It’s time to rebuild the ruins.” She hears but is not moved because destruction has robbed all movement. She sits awhile longer and finds the strength to look once more only this time, this time, she catches a glimpse of vegetation pressing its way to see the sun. She breathes a deep breath and responds, “Yes, Lord, it is time to rebuild.”
