Where I live in the Ozarks, we do not yet have greening trees, but we do have bursting daffodils! Nature is determined to do her ancient dance. It has been a long winter for me. February’s icy presence filled our air, and more than once, I caught myself half-mumbling a song I’ve always loved—Amazing Grace. Often, though, I felt anything but amazing. Many of my friends know that I have a soft spot for the strugglers of this world—that means the anxious girl in church, the sad