The other day, hubby and I were on a search for plumbing parts and as we circled the crowded parking lot, I spied this beautiful plant on display. Recognizing it as the same type as one I had admired earlier at the Grandlove's therapy location, I grew excited. I didn't know the name of the type of plant, just that I loved the delicate, little trumpet-like flowers. When I spotted the name tag, I almost wept with joy, for the name is the Spanish word for "HOPE." Now in my front yard, I have a remarkable reminder to never give up, because hope is always nearby.
Last week was a really difficult week for me. I felt as if a tidal wave of depression had overtaken me and I was drowning in doubt, hopeless and depression. It took a couple of days and I brushed myself off and put another foot in front of another to continue on my journey with the Grandlove. By the time Saturday got here, I had shook off the negative feelings and replaced my tears with smiles. So, I wanted to share my newest gift for myself, Esperanza, my plant of HOPE.