Sunset on the teachers' preparation week.

The sun setting on the end of the teachers' preparation week.

Tim throwing a football on the beach last night.

A poem about hope. We read this at the beach last night.

Hopelessness is like a pointless, bottomless dark pit.

An eternity falling in the nothingness.

Hope is like a spring shoot emerging from rocky ground.

Once it sees the light, it fights for growth, it fights for survival.

But hope alone is minimal, insufficient for living.

Hope requires community, hope requires God.

Community to care for it, community to water it.

But God provides the waters and God is the nurturer.

Shoots emerge, hope grows

But hope never buds and never truly flowers,

until it experiences the living waters of life

Lets dig our wells and let them overflow.