Several years ago a vicious spring storm tore through our area. It was April and my garden had just begun to bloom after a long and cold winter. After the storm, we walked our yard to survey the damage and I found my tulips strewn haphazardly across the front yard.
I did. It was like a dream, walking across spring green grass covered in snowballs of hail and tulip petals of every color.
Oh the dismay in the aftermath of a storm.
I gathered those tulips and shook off the icy remnants of hail and carried the precious flowers in the house.
Because they were so beautiful. In spite of the storm. Because of the storm. This is still one of my all time favorite photos. I’m sure it could be improved by photoshop, but I don’t own it, and I like the raw honesty of the photo as it is: that beauty after the storm.
When the storm has swept by . . . the righteous stand firm forever.