A year ago, after a great disappointment of the soul, I wrote these words: Sometimes small hopes die. And there is a grief that comes to us that cannot be measured by reason. A future that has lived in the illuminated imagination of the mind is set backward in time and exists only in shadowy remembrance. Upon the sunrising, we are met with a difficult choice: to live in a past that only existed as an unrealized future, or to seek, with relentless resolve and resentless faith, the solid beauty of the breaking day.
Today I am sharing the story of a hope revived. I could not have believed this would be the way that God answered my prayers, but the hope that died has come to new life. I hope you will be encouraged by my story.
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