Psalm 119:116- "LORD, sustain me as You promised, that I may live! Do not let my hope be crushed."
Hope shimmers like these new spring leaves hanging from stark branches: babies, quivering in the wind. Hope in little lamb trying to find the end of its long legs. Stumbling. Awkward. Hope in the new bird building its nest in the crook of the cottonwood outside our bedroom window. I think if I held my breath, I could reach across the balcony and stroke her wing. Touch hope. Look her in the eye. And try.
Let Your strength be made perfect in my weakness,