By Nancy Curtis

Driving around town I have noticed the resiliency of daffodils.  You see a large grouping of daffodils on an empty lot and know, that once upon a time, a home used to stand there.  Someone cared enough to plant flowers to beautify their home.

So what about my faith?  Does my faith have resiliency?  After my “foundation” is long gone, will the flowers of my faith still be blooming?