Oh, God,
You are always bringing hope where I can only see loss.
Like fresh green sprouts that mark the change of winter to spring, you bring new growth deep within me.
Like tiny flowers that push through last fall’s old and sodden leaves, something beautiful will arise.
As certainly as the seasons change, sorrow and loss will be transformed.
You are always bringing hope and new life where I least expect it.
Remind me that hope is woven into the very fiber of your world and your people.
Amen