Write Hope on a Heart Today

Five years ago, she gave me a teeny binder with the notes she’d penned. I had forgotten what she scribbled, only to unearth the pad this week. I reread it, pondered the meaning, and dissected the thoughts recorded in ink. She’s letting off steam, and at the same time, taking her pain to the Lord. Yes, she’s homeless and troubled but hopeful. And still is in 2021. Out of the abundance of the…