“When hope is not pinned wriggling onto a shiny image or expectation, it sometimes floats forth and opens.”
-Anne Lamott
This afternoon I ran, wishing I’d had my camera with me when I noticed spring had started coaxing green from the trees and a sprinkling of early bird flowers dotting the park. My feet begged for a few more miles when time constraints pulled me home to laundry and clean up to prepare for the week.
Collin picked me up for a date after that, and because it was a bit early for dinner (though both of our ever-hungry stomachs were rumbling), we headed back to the park for a walk. He indulged my need to take a few photographs, and I’m grateful he is that way: present in the midst of time, rarely rushed and usually up for anything. The annual newness canvasing outdoors started coaxing hope out of my heart. The events of this week on both the international stage and regional theater weighed heavy, and yet here is a world colored beautiful by a God who created it and called it good. Surely he is big enough to redeem it yet. I hope. Yes, I hope.
After our walk, we headed to dinner which included a rooftop patio, music, wine… we skipped out on the Oscars and sat outside in the warmth of an early spring night, very much alive. My heart begs for days like today and nights like tonight. For I hope. Yes, I hope.