I was so busy drowning in my hurt and confusion that I failed to notice that some time this week my rose of Sharon trees and bushes started blooming. Even more than the wysteria, the rose of Sharon is my favorite part of living in this small home. They bloom in June and carry their blossoms for months. Their beauty is a comfort and a balm to my soul.

I suppose, that in truth, it is time for me to start looking past my situation.

I am still quite filled with tears and quite filled with fear, but there is something beyond this job...and I need to start looking.