As I write this Thursday night, it’s raining and cold outside. I just got home from work, and a hot shower has helped my chilled bones.
And I’m thinking about what this day has brought me.
This morning, my husband and I did our second stint of ringing the bells for the Salvation Army. But I didn’t think much about my OCD this time.
Instead, I enjoyed seeing people’s generosity. I enjoyed their friendliness in saying hello or Merry Christmas. I enjoyed seeing children coming up to slip their money into the slots of the bucket top.
This afternoon, as part of my job as a newspaper reporter, I interviewed an investigator with the sheriff’s office who is retiring after 30 years.
I listened to his stories of his time of service and was impressed by his commitment to the victims he encountered and their families, his commitment to giving them some kind of closure.
This evening, also as part of my job, I covered a vigil held to remember the victims of the Newtown, Connecticut shootings.
In the pouring rain, people huddled together under umbrellas, holding candles and praying and singing.
I saw a lot of hope today.
I saw hope for those in poverty, those who have been victims of crimes, those who are in need of comfort and peace.
I felt hope in my heart at a time when I needed it.
I saw and felt the spirit of hope move throughout this day.
May the spirit of hope move throughout our lives this season and always.
Have you seen any signs of hope lately?