Hope Is Wind
Sep 06, 2020
Dear Parent,
Those hot, dry days when there isn't a bit of relief; the air is still, oven-like, suffocating our life force, hardly filling our lungs to capacity. Those days are like dying, only we are still alive--barely. We wait impatiently for a breeze, prayerfully for a high wind, or ragefully for a little wisp of any kind to buoy us up and save us from the hot dry dog days ahead.
Hope is wind. It blows in unexpectedly and disappears without footprints in the middle of the night.
You can have faith. Hope always comes again. Until then, let your breath be your wind.
Love matters,
Ce
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