Pregnant With Hope

We live in a dark world. A dark world full of dark people capable of unthinkable evil. And hope, like a newly conceived baby, is fragile and can be easily trampled by the realities we face everyday in our neighborhoods, cities and on the television.

It’s easy to let the darkness reign and fill in the cracks where faith can’t provide a tidy answer or wrap life up into a pretty little object lesson with a perfectly packaged solution at the end of the puzzle. Hope gets buried among the grief, disgust and confusion of it all.

Bloomin’ Berries

I rounded the corner and something seemed off…different. Unable, at first, to put my finger on exactly what, I paused. Surveyed my surroundings and suddenly there it was clear as day… Had that tree always been there? Yes, I recognize the silhouette. And yet it’s so stark. So…bright. Yes! That’s it! The berries! That tree, bent with resignation against the years …