NEVER HOPE ALONE
I have been paying attention lately, listening for the pronouns folks use when they talk about hope. By far, the pronoun I hear most often is “I”. As a result, I have begun to wonder if hope is a solitary endeavor, something one covets for oneself.
Some of my best days are days in which I struggle. Sometimes the struggle is physical, sometimes spiritual, but always the struggle screws with my understanding of myself and others.