"Ask yourself this: Where do babies come from that when they arrive, they scream and cry uncontrollably after taking their first breath. And where do those who are dying return to that their faces relax peacefully as they take their last breath?"
Hope. It's a word that carries a powerful expression of faith. When we keep our hopes up, we remain in constant connection with the vibration of trust, and a desire for good. Lately, it feels as though hope has hidden from us, retreating to the darkness of uncertainty as to whether help, healing and recuse may ever come.
I looked down and the Coke and gasped. The bottle said, "Share a Coke with Jennifer." The look of shock on Stephanies' face and the subsequent tears told me this wasn't premeditated. She had just grabbed the drinks and didn't even notice. But I did, and so did my step-sister apparently who put my fears to rest that she would in fact be at my wedding.
