A few months ago, someone planted some bulbs.
And while the people of Joplin rebuilt homes and lives; the bulbs grew silently under the ground.
Now they’ve bloomed. While we worked to recreate what was lost, hope grew.
I look back on this year of tornadoes and death and loss and I’m in awe of the journeys we all pass through in life. And I’m filled with hope. Not just a sentimental word but a powerful call to action:
We can be better.
Our world can be better.
Our actions matter.
During this year, I’ve witnessed the kind of hope that carries us past our experiences and understanding and delivers us to words like faith, joy, growth, and strength.
Our world is filled with people trapped in a suffocating darkness. Neighbors grieve behind closed doors. We hide behind status updates and smiley icons. I doubt there are any of us who haven’t felt the pull of hopelessness. It’s powerful.
Fortunately, hope is brilliantly contagious. I believe hope is spread through the sharing of our stories. There is healing strength in recognizing ourselves in another person’s story.
“Maybe you have to know the darkness before you can appreciate the light.” — Madeleine L’Engle