A bougainvilla petal has fallen at the back window of the cab I rode this morning. The sight was so simple, even ordinary. But there was something in the delicate freshness of the petal that couldn’t help but delight me. There is joy in the little things, even in a fallen petal.
The thing about hope is that it’s a positive force that shines the most when it’s dark. When everything’s going well, we hardly notice it’s there. But when things go against us, when our dreams fade and when we see no immediate reprieve from our troubles, that’s when hope does its best work for us.
"Where Hope Can Be Found"