The day before Easter, my husband Wade and I were outside doing yard work. Thanks to the drought, there was plenty of dirt from dust storms and the plants and grass were suffering. It wasn't a pretty sight.

The following morning I noticed one lonely, lovely purple flower growing along the driveway. For me, it was a sign of new growth, hope, rebirth and new beginnings. The sort of the thing we're mindful about on Easter. It was a sign...