As I sat pondering about what I might write I was looking out the window at an overcast, dank, dreary, grey day. The grey weighed heavily on me and seemed to sap all the energy and spirit from me. How would I manage to be creative? How would I manage coming up with some words that would convey an upbeat, spiritual message? As my thoughts were racing all jumbled and confused, I suddenly realized that I had a home, warmth, sustenance, and family near me…….hundreds of thousands in Japan don’t. I suddenly realized that I had a peaceful neighborhood, and community with services readily available to me and a government and military ready to protect me…….hundreds of thousands in Libya don’t. Then I looked a little closer at the world outside my window. Through the grey, I could see green blades of grass sprouting up. Through the grey I could see the leaves popping out on my Crepe Myrtle tree. Through the grey I could see the beautiful blooms on my neighbor’s Flowering Plum tree. And finally I realized that through all that grey, everywhere, was the promise of Spring……the promise of warm breezes, fluffy clouds and blue skies. Suddenly I realized it really wasn’t all that grey outside…..it really was shaping up to be quite a beautiful day. And with a light heart I bowed my head and asked God to watch over all those who were truly suffering and I gave thanks for all my blessings. Yes indeed, it’s an absolutely splendid day outside! Praise God!