DARIA C. NUTSCH
JEROME, IDAHO
t was a few days before Easter, a time for rejoicing. Instead, I was feeling pretty down. A walk around my small acreage didn’t seem to help, though I snapped some nice nature photos along the way. Later, while scrolling through them on my tablet, I was struck by the picture I’d taken of I thought. The hand that holds me, guides me and lifts me up. For that I could rejoice.
