Azaleas bloom hot pink. The rain wet woods serve as bleak backdrop to their riotous color.
God moments are like that. Dante’s woods, his life without God, overtake me, and I am swallowed by darkness. Anger, despair, hopelessness.
In my despair, I cry out to God for help. A friend calls me. Offers to pray for me. The azaela’s bloom hot pink.
John 15:5-14
