It rains a lot in Washington.
When it’s stormy outside, how much do we appreciate a
glimpse of the sun, even for a moment? For me, it’s just enough to get me
through the storm.
As I sit there holding my Molly, feeling as though I can’t
survive another minute in this storm, I catch a glimpse of the sun.
It is hope.
This feeling is a grace from our Heavenly Father. At a time
when I literally can’t do it anymore, He gives me the strength to go on.
The hope I feel lasts only a few moments. But there is an
unexplained warmth lingering in the room.
I cling to this feeling as I continue to cling to my Molly.
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