Finding Hope in the Night

The other night I met with the women from my group for divorced and separated women. The group ended in December and they have been meeting socially since then but that night they were going to discuss where they were and where they needed to go; I happened to be free to attend. It could have gone on all night– each one had so much to share and was able to laugh at many of the happenings in her life. But it also was difficult because they feel like in many ways they have stalled or taken steps back. 

I helped them see the positive and also what they need to do to go forward but I had to leave before the meeting ended. As I drove down the hill on the west side of the city where they met, the lights of the city opened up in front of me and I had such a sense of inspiration not just for me but for them, too. 

While I am not a darkness person, I love sunrise more than sunset, in the lights of Albuquerque I could see the hope. And I was reminded that often hope does come when life feels darkest except this time the light was there. It's always there. Sometimes we just need a little tap on the shoulder or a turn one way or the other to see it.