03.16.2026 | Monday in Lent

​What a Difference a Day Makes
 
Sunday morning found the Doodle Girl and me walking in the neighborhood in shorts on a sunny, balmy 67‑degree March day. This morning, we bundled into our warmest winter coats and stepped out into a frosty 22 degrees with snowflakes drifting around us. Light snow, yes—but still snow. What a difference a day makes.
 
The lovely daffodils that stood so bright yesterday are now bowed and drooping in the cold. The wind is sharp, the wind chills no joke, and I feel every bit of it in these old knees.
 
We are certain of very few things, but change is one we can count on. I’ve been thinking about change a lot lately. In so many ways, I’m praying for it. We long for change in this war‑torn, angry, weary world. We pray for peace. We pray for stability. We pray for more love and less hate. We pray.
 
Looking at the daffodils, this morning was a sad reminder of how quickly beauty can be undone. And yet, we know they’ll return next year in their full glory.
 
“The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning.”
— Lamentations 3:22–23
 
Change happens. We know this. This is where hope lives. This is why I continue to have faith. Love will win. I have to believe that.
 
What a difference a day makes. By the end of the week, spring will return to our little garden. The sun will shine again. We’ll break ground and plant our lettuce starts soon. The cold frame waits. Today, we walk in faith, hope, and love.
 
What a difference a day makes