Crammed in the back seat of my mother-in-law’s Dodge Omni on a February morning, I held hope as she rushed me to the hospital.
Twenty-four nurses trailed into the room. They found seats within the circular configuration of chairs, where I sat. A mound of rocks rested in the middle of the circle.
In repentance and rest is your salvation, in quietness and trust is your strength but you would have none of it.
Hope is like the sun, which, as we journey toward it, casts the shadow of our burden behind us. ~Samuel Smiles People in Maine coined this winter, “The one that wouldn’t end.” Pounded with snow and snappy temperatures, this resilient people hold on with the hope for spring, new life.