We planted small hydrangeas alongside our garage last month. The pathway faces our backyard garden and lines the avenue to our outdoor grill, a well-loved space in the coming months. Hydrangeas, named for the Greek words water and vessel, are one of my favorite flowers and are generally recognized as symbols of heartfelt emotion. This week, they have been blooming in vibrant shades of pink and pale purplish blues.
Over breakfast this weekend, my son prayed, “Dear God, let the people of Nepal know your nearness that their grief would not overtake them.” I thought of our small hydrangeas in the backyard, offering their blooms to the sky. Perhaps this week, they are vessels of tears, like my young son, offering humble pleas to God for comfort and peace. Grief has a way of transcending borders and large bodies of water, but the same is true of hope. Our hearts are broken for so many people we don’t even know.