Watercolor Wednesday: Stark hope

I meant to take a walk in the nearby brook today, but some stuff happened and I didn’t make it there before darkness descended – which when I checked the time of sundown, was 3.51pm. That’s feeling early. I have to be more organized to enjoy the outdoors in December.

But my dad sent me this watercolor from a photo I took in the brook recently, and that made me feel like I’d enjoyed its beauty (although my Fitbit doesn’t reflect the accompanying exercise). I love how he’s captured the stark beauty – the remnants of autumn and the bare branches.

What remnants of color are hanging on in the wastelands of your life?

How can you pray for more color to surround you, or for life to grow in what may seem like a wasteland?