I was going to write about hope.
Really.
I had a whole thing lined up—
about light in the darkness,
and small seeds sprouting under cold soil,
and all the beautiful ways the human spirit endures.
But then… I got tired.
And a little hungry.
And I realised what I actually need right now isn’t a deeper understanding of hope—
it’s a nap.
And maybe a mango.
Because sometimes the most hopeful thing you can do
is not overthink it.
Sometimes hope is just:
“I trust the world enough to rest.”
“I believe sweetness still exists—preferably chilled and juicy.”
So no sermon today.
No metaphor.
Just the raw, pulpy truth of needing rest and sugar.
And the belief that tomorrow, the words will return.
That’s enough.
—
Amen and pass the fruit.
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