Hope is a window, even when it feels like a door. For too long, locked. For too long, the dark curtains hanging over our world have felt so heavy, so insurmountable.
But hope is a window.
Even though the curtains have grown grey with dust from this longest year, they are still just curtains.
Opening them will be messy, and the light that streams through will be stark. It might not be pretty.
There’s a new normal outside too, it’s not pretty either, but it could be.
Our will eyes adjust, we can adjust. Shield your weary eyes and take a peek.
New is scary, change is hard, and perhaps? We have become accustomed to the darkness.
But hope is a window. It’s time to let the light in.