I keep finding moth carcasses in my house – under chairs, in corners, beside walls and in window tracks. These are not the treasures I like to find. On the plus side, when I slide open the back door for my porch, I’m not as concerned as I was a few weeks ago about letting moths in the house. For longer than I like, I’d slide open the back door and close it super fast, hoping to let in only one moth rather than the seemingly Egyptian plague of hordes, waiting to make their residence in my house as if they belonged.
Alas, we’ve moved from the live moth infestation to the dead moth carcass collection. I think I like the dead moth adventure more than being startled by a moth coming to life at the flip of a light switch. Now that we’ve shifted into the dead moth season, it reminds me of some helpful wisdom my friend once gave me, “Sarah, this has come to pass.”
A hopeless person can be very dangerous and we are living in a time when hope might seem to be getting increasingly scarce. Indeed, when I read or listen to the news on COVID, police brutality, partisan politics, economic woes, international instability and intrigue, police reform, along with racial tensions and observing heated exchanges between some of my neighbors, it can be challenging to keep hope vibrant and flourishing in these challenging times. But hope is very important, so let’s consider where we can get a steady supply of sturdy hope and not just empty or frothy hope.