When I am overwhelmed,

you alone know the way I should turn.

Psalm 142:3a (NLT)

I love Spring in the desert. After living most of my life in the lushness of California foliage and flowers, my preconceived ideas of living in a basically brown landscape are dashed when the calendar turns over to April. Each cactus blooms with its own particular flower and the desert is awash in color. You have to hurry to catch a picture because they some flowers last only 24 hours before shriveling up. Some days this month, I, too, felt like that cactus flower. Better catch me before I faded for the day. It is amazing to me how three little girls can turn our world upside down in a matter of minutes. We led a whirlwind week of fun in the sun with them as they enjoyed their Easter vacation with us. Swimming at the pool, birthday party for Tori, BBQ, dinners out, shopping, golf cart rides, loading and unloading the dishwasher—there were not many minutes in a day for Nana to just sit. On top of that, we drove to Pasadena to see Dad for the Easter weekend and almost missed church as we dealt with a dead battery. As we all drove off in different directions and returned home, I was a little sad to see the girls leave. It had been a great week. As crazy as my life is these days, I am thankful that my steps are ordered by One who knows what is best for me and keeps me from losing it. The celebration of His resurrection last week reminds me that He is alive. I serve a living God—not one made of wood or stone. He is risen! He is risen, indeed!