The Serendipity of Hope
by Sarah Van Diest @SarahVanDiest When the unexpected becomes the serendipitous we rejoice. We are glad and our hearts are grateful. When our spirits are fragile, the smallest of blessings can overrun us with their beauty and our sense of sentimentality boldly presents itself. Tears of gratitude are evidence of its effect on us. And we are undone. This is the beautiful thing that happens when Life touches us. The cords of death are discarded and forgotten in the midst of this passionate display of vibrance and vitality. Life in the face of death is equal to light in the darkness, hope in utter despair. Three years ago I clipped a blue hydrangea from my friend�s giant plant to take home and enjoy whilst it bloomed. It rooted while in the vase, so I planted it in soil, and now I have my own hydrangea plant with its own blooms. This was unexpected, and serendipitously so. The roots grew from a stem that looked fully dead. The flower itself had dried and all its lea...