Good Friday looks different this year. But there is still much to be grateful for.
By SARA VANDEN BERGE
Today is Good Friday, and let’s face it, there is a part of all of us that struggles with finding the good in anything these days.
People are dying, our neighbors are sick.
Millions of hardworking Americans are out of work and struggling financially.
We can’t leave our homes or celebrate the season with family and friends.
Life is hard and uncertain.
I feel it too.
My spirit was lifted Thursday evening when my daughter arrived home with a beautiful spring bouquet from my mother and father-in-law.
I put them in a vase in the kitchen, and when I woke up this morning and headed for coffee, I was greeted with a bunch of flowers, that I swear, felt like they were smiling at me.
They whispered a reminder that there is always something to be grateful for. Despite these dark days, hope is alive.
I am going to do my best today to keep the blues at bay.
I will find the upside in everything. I will tell my friends and family how much I love them. How grateful I am that they are mine.
I will take comfort in the good fortune of being born in America. I wouldn’t want to weather this storm anywhere else.
I will admire this morning’s sunrise, the first blooms in my rose garden. I will stop and listen to the birds sing.
I hope you can do it too. Good Friday is important. Don’t treat it like just another one of these monotonous days.
Make it special, make it count.