My Christmas cactus is abundant with vibrant, pinkish-red blossoms. They cascade in all directions draping on the dining room table. By contrast, it only bloomed a little during the years that I lived further north in Alaska.

I contemplate….is it a picture? Regardless of some challenging circumstances the cactus never died. It took all its’ energy to produce a few blossoms in a severe climate. Two or three flowers adorned the green foliage every year.

I am in a different season—a time of rest and reflection. Through difficult situations, I persevered, relying on God’s grace. I stayed faithful and committed through His nurturing love and care. In this new place, my soul is being restored. Like the cactus, my life is blossoming with astounding beauty and joy.