Optimism is not my default setting. If there is a glass and there is water in the glass, I not only see the glass as half empty but believe there is a crack developing and that it is only a matter of time until catastrophe strikes.
But, I am trying to train myself to look for notes of grace rather than impeding disasters. And I recently found grace in the guise of a ladybug. In case you don't know, finding a ladybug in your garden is considered good luck. I have been
gardening at our present home for over ten years and last week was the
first time I saw one in my garden. It was also just after I transplanted Daddy's rose bushes.
Granted it was a small sign but I chose to believe that it was a message from Daddy heralding happier, more peaceful times ahead. To some the passing of Mother yesterday might lead to loss of faith in the promise of the ladybug. However, I know that Mother's suffering is over. I also know that weathering a year that could best be described as the title of a country western song -- Daddy and Mama Died and We had to Put the Dog Down -- has given us strength.
Recently, someone asked about me about my religious beliefs. I told them (with a straight face) that I am a devout agnostic. I may have questions about God but I am going to maintain my faith in the ladybug and trust that, like Daddy's roses, we will grow new roots, bloom and thrive again.
