Broken Dreams

In my travels around Western New York, I see abandoned homes.   Homes that at one point were built with a bunch of dreams associated with them.   The families had great hopes for these homes that now sit waiting for a wrecking ball.   

This one made me stop the other day.   It has a stream that is nearby and close to an intersection.   It is on a street that there are several homes that have been left by previous owners.  Crumbling and being overtaken by nature.  Out in the middle of not much going on.  

It isn't just out in the middle of nowhere does this happen.  I see it everywhere of late.   This house caught me and said to me I mattered, there was love here.  I just want someone to recognize it.  And for a moment I saw a broken old abandoned house and saw myself.   I recognized in that moment that even in the most horrible moment there is beauty and something to be loved.   Perhaps we all need to stop a moment and find a reason to love more often.   Acknowledge the beauty in a moment and be just a little more loving to one another....