Another great pull from the bag of goodies. This one actually, super really, is applicable. My mother’s middle name was Hope, and my mothers birthday was 22 June 2016. She passed in April (another story) and it’s surprisingly interesting that I got this one.
Hope is a light that never fails, a flame burning in the darkest night, an elusive feeling that urges you on when, against all reason, you refuse to give up. Hope is among the most abiding of <insert your belief’s here> gifts.
What would bring you Hope this day? Perhaps something as simple as caring words from a loving friend, or taking that first step, or another day of sobriety. (editors note, ha!) Whatever form of inspiration will nourish your spirit, hold it with care in loving hands.