I drive the streets of Philly.
Not the pretty streets in Center City.
Not the Artsy streets down town.
The streets I drive are sad and dismal.
Desolate.Often there is a feeling of hopelessness
heavy in the air.
At the end of this day though,
as I was getting to drive home to my muffins,
I saw this beautiful church.
And I saw hope.
May there always be hope.
In my city.
And in yours.
‘Once you choose hope, anything's possible.’
Little Sweet Baby Katelyn
celebrated her 2nd Birthday.
I love her (and her scrunched up nose)
right up to the moon.
Do you ever drive to the not so nice parts of the big city near you?
Do you wonder how it can ever get better?
I wonder every day.