It’s back again; that one gorgeous red tulip that pops up each spring in the back yard. It blooms among the dandelions and purple violets, standing tall with its petals raised to the sun. I think that my late mother-in-law, Hazel, planted it years ago.
There is something cheery about tulips, especially the red ones. Seeing that one red tulip each year makes me think of all those little miracles that are generously sprinkled in our lives. I find myself looking these days for small signs that my parents are together again and celebrating their love.
That tulip gives me hope; red being the color of love, and tulips were my mother’s favorite flowers.
Honestly, there is so much unhappiness and unkindness in our world today that we need these miracles to remind us that there is always hope. As more and more people inhabit this planet, it seems that there is more hatred, selfishness, hurt and sorrow than there used to be. Compassion, kindness, love, gratitude, hope and joy seem thin on the ground.
But when I hear of an act of kindness, it gives me hope. When I hear of an anonymous gift given to someone in need, it gives me hope. When I hear of animals rescued and helped and healed, it gives me hope. When I see forgiveness, it gives me hope. When I see love, it gives me hope.
And when I see that beautiful red tulip in the spring, it too gives me hope.