There is always hope

by Tracey Metzger

This plant sits on the windowsill in my kitchen. 

It looks pretty because it is in bloom but for months it was languishing. Its leaves were pale. Depsite watering it and giving it sunshine, it refused to flower.  This went on for months until I all but gave up on it.

I almost threw it away several times. My husband came to its defense. “It’ll come around,” he’d say.  I thought it was beyond help but I trusted his judgment and kept tending to it.

Eventually it bloomed again. It needed someone to believe in it.

There is always hope.