Happy spring, dear readers. Spring is the season of rebirth and renewal. Nature is showcasing her beautiful blossoms and the scent of fresh cut grass wafts on the breeze. Butterflies on stained-glass gossamer wings are flitting about haphazardly, and the salty air beckons us to shimmering emerald waters and sugary beaches.

When I think of spring, a wise old saying comes to mind — “Hope springs eternal.” When winter ceases her whipping winds and brisk temps, we all hope spring arrives soon. As unfortunate events occur in our lives, we keep hope alive knowing that somehow, things will get better. Sometimes we insulate ourselves from the negatives in life by preparing for the worst and hoping for the best. The Bible says in Hebrews that “hope is an anchor for the soul.” I am a firm believer in maintaining a spirit of hopefulness. I could not carry on each day if I did not have something to do, someone I could help, a goal to strive for and a life to give thanks for. All of these are sustained by that trusty anchor called hope.

Life is not always a bed of fragrant spring roses. They have thorns, which can be painful indeed, just like life. Hope is a healing balm — it soothes the pain of life’s thorns. It reminds us that this, too, shall pass.

I once read a poem that said hope is the feather that floats. We can’t see it, hear it, or touch it. But it’s there, floating softly and silently, waiting to effortlessly anchor you.

Are you keeping hope alive? I certainly hope so.

Cynthia Burton is a Destin resident and former U.S. Marine.