So, we visit the new home site tonight, and the one thing I notice is this little stubborn patch of grass in a sea of red clay — baked red clay, by the way, because there’s been no real rain for a while.

And I’m grateful for not only the tenacity of this scrubby, weedy grass, but also for its resilience and perseverance. There’s a life lesson in its will to grow and thrive, to put down roots where life is sometimes inhospitable, to seek nurturing from any willing source, however small or stingy, and to thrive without rancor for its situation in life.