Hope is the flower that promises nectar to the butterfly. I watched the butterflies flitting from flower to flower today, searching for that sweet treat they hope will be at the bottom of each tube of petals. The promise of nectar – that energy-boosting morsel – propels them from one flower to the next.
They made me think of hope.
Hope keeps us moving forward, toward life, toward light.
Away from darkness and despair.
Moving toward what is good and right.
Toward possibility and promise.
Hope means we’re not done yet.
What gives you hope?